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Maid Noy told the two young ladies that; for curry paste, her master picked, one by one: shallot and garlic to grill; dried chili to sear; galangal, lemon grass and kaffir lime zest finely chopped before entering the mortar; and finally peppercorn, grilled shrimp paste and salt. “My master himself pounded the paste; there’d be rainstorm and flash flood. I never saw him this serious, usually he’d make me pound to his instruction; and he made the curry.” “What else?” “I had to climb and pick ripe coconut to crack and grate for him to press with warm water for coconut cream and milk until the coconut is bone dry. “That’s not all. He went down the garden and picked wild cherry tomato of green, yellow and red; young pineapple he grated diagonally to rid the eyes as if he were a vendor. “And then a handful of old tree basil leaf from near to the base.” “Then what, what did he do?” “With meat fresh from the market, he cut to bite size, roasted in a dry wok, dropped fish sauce and Chinese rice
