Monday in Krabi

Had made plans with Orla the previous day to do a cooking course in the afternoon.

Plan was to have a lazy morning, but I was wide awake at 7, so lay in my hammock reading and then took a walk along the beach front seeing what there was to see. Sea, sand and the ferry point to the other beaches – getting to them seemed v easy, pay and hop on, was some wading to be done first though.

image

image

Stopped back at the Hippy Bar to have an early lunch as hadn’t had breakfast – spicy noodles, again not really spicy!

image

We were picked up just before 1pm for the cooking and driven to the school. We were with an Australian couple and when we arrived at the school there was a lovely mother/daughter from the USA.

The school is run by a Thai lady called Ya, lovely and great sense of humour.

image

First up was spring rolls, we went through the ingredients and then had to ‘chop chop chop’ ‘bang bang bang’ them before making the rolls. I was surprised how easy it was, always assumed it would be much harder.

image

image

image

image

Then we made sticky rice with mango and got to sample our creations. It was here I regretted my lunch, we were in for a lot of food!!!

image

image

For the rest of the afternoon we were joined by about 20 more people so it got a bit more chaotic! We made a basic curry paste and then added bits to make it green/red/yellow. Chopped more veg and made green/red/yellow/massaman (?)/penang curries.

image

image

image

Closely followed by chicken with holy basil with red curry paste, chicken coconut soup, Tom Tam soup, morning glory and my 2 personal favourites – Pad Thai and papaya salad.

image

image

By the end we were all stuffed beyond comfortable levels, but there was still so much food. We got our spring rolls packed up to take back to the boys, couldn’t let them go to waste.

Ya then stamped and signed our recipe books and gave most of us a lift back to our various hotels/hostels.

We got back around 6pm, I spent the evening lazing in the communal area, too full to want to move! Orla went to her bungalow not to return. The boys came back and demolished the spring rolls, a good sign! We chatted until around 11 when I took myself to bed.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s