Our Cambodian Curry Recipe will blow your mind



ot gonna lie, our family’s Cambodian curry is the bomb.

We had a chance to sample the same dish at a busy, upscale Tuol Kork restaurant called “One More“, and it tasted incredibly like ours.  The problem with both of our traditional recipes is that it takes too damn long.  Of course one of the secrets of a great Khmer curry is that the meat needs time to stew to get all tender and delicious.  One More’s version also added a crispy noodle on top which I thought gave it a nice crunchy texture.

I’ve been experimenting with ways to speed up this Khmer classic for modern times.  Enter the Hotpot, that magical of inventions.

The beauty of the Hotpot is that it’s vacuum technology will speed up the stewing of meat by 3X, saving you hours in stewing yet delivering the same tender, flavorful meat your dinner guests crave.

It wasn’t a dream

He thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. “How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense”, he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn’t get into that position.

Updating Cambodian curry for modern times

However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. He must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn’t have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before. “Oh, God”, he thought, “what a strenuous career it is that I’ve chosen!

Travelling day in and day out. Doing business like this takes much more effort than doing your own business at home, and on top of that there’s the curse of travelling, worries about making train connections, bad and irregular food, contact with different people all the time so that you can never get to know anyone or become friendly with them. It can all go to Hell! ” He felt a slight itch