F$#$-ing Krav Maga

I chewed up my knuckles on Saturday real bad.  Red, sore, bloody.

Since its winter now, running, open water swimming, and biking, isn't really feasible.  I also really needed a change.  So I decided to sign up at a local Krav Maga school, try it out for a month, see how it goes.

The school offers both regular Krav workouts as well as supplemental workouts that do other things, like work your upper body.  The workouts are also cardio intensive.  All these workouts seem to spill back into Krav.  For example, the high intensity cardio gives you the endurance to handle sparring.  So I took a class that was a 1 hour non-stop punching & kicking workout against a heavy punching bag.

The bag class came after the intro to Krav class.  The intro Krav class is a pretty good workout by itself.  At that point I probably should have gone home.  But I wanted to get my $$ worth -- its an expensive school.  But me, being overly fixated on getting my $$ worth, I did the bag class afterwards as well.

The school requires students to get either bag gloves, regular boxing gloves, or knuckle wraps, to do the bag class.  I had used regular boxing gloves before -- very heavy, punching with them feels a little like punching with lightweight dumbbells after a while.  So I decided to get the bag gloves -- much lighter.

Throughout the bag class I was worried about over-exerting myself.  The bag class and the intro to Krav were essentially 2 hours of cardio & upper body workouts.  I hadn't done anything like this since mid-autumn during the tale end of the triathlon/cycling season.  Naturally, I got really winded.  This was more intense than my usual cardio workouts -- a lot more like an extended interval session.  

The instructor, bad ass kick boxer, was actually very understanding of my situation, and advised me to step to the side if I started feeling lightheaded.  He also noticed I was getting disoriented. I began having problems adding moves to the punch/kick combinations he was asking us to do.  So he was cool with me slowing down, even encouraging me to slow down and just work on my form. 

Around 40 minutes into the workout, the instructor told us to grab some water, take our gloves off, rest for 2 minutes.  I took my gloves off, and then noticed that;

- My hands were shaking;

- My knuckles were raw and red.  My knuckles looked like someone ran a cheese grater across them for several minutes.

Oddly enough, my knuckles didn't actually hurt.  My shoulders & lungs felt much worse than my knuckles.  I had sweat so much that my glasses were completely fogged up.

When the instructor called us back to the mat, I put my gloves back on and went back to work on my bag.  In retrospect, being really tired, I wasn't really thinking straight.

After the workout finally ended, I showed my knuckles to the instructor, and asked him if I was doing something wrong.  His shtick -- if you were punching wrong, all the blood and scraping would be at one area of your knuckles.  In my case the damage stretched across my knuckles, which meant there was an issue with my gloves.  His recommendation -- don't do his bag class, or even the Krav classses, till my knuckles fully healed.  He recommended I do something less rough on my knuckles like TRX or Crossfit.

TRX?  Crossfit?  That's Commando/SWAT team shit!

After the instructor told me to take another class for awhile, one of my more experienced classmates added, "Yeah, that way the rest of your body can feel as bad as your knuckles.  Huh, huh."

Wise ass!  

  

My knuckles are shot for the next few days, but I'm going back to the bag class as soon as I can.   A little bit of blood is a small price for a good workout.

  

Liquification

As time is passing, the sake mixture is turning more and more liquidity. Monday and Tuesday morning when I checked it, and did my mandatory shaking of the bottle, the change in consistency became more and more notable.

On Saturday, when I panicked over the water content, it was a solid mass of rice. As of Wednesday, it is an alcoholic slush. Popping the air lock off to change the water, you can smell the rice & water fermenting.

Now I just sit and wait even more.

Sake Brewing Part Two

M, my wife, took a glance at the growler this morning.   She saw small bubbles forming at the top of the pile of rice.  I also noticed larger bubbles slowly forming in the airlock.  Fermentation has begun.

The bubbles coming up into the airlock started forming more quickly by the evening.  Seems the fermentation is growing.

I guess the temperature control issues I ran into yesterday didn't hurt the yeast.

Now I just have to shake/stir it every day for 2 weeks, and change the water in the airlock.  In a month, I get to drink cloudy sake like an old Japanese man.

Sake Brewing Part One

I have been bad.  

About a year ago we received a sake brewing kit from a couple we are very tight with.  I had been lazy.  The brewing kit laid on our kitchen shelf for a long time.  So today, I decided to go ahead and make sake with it.

From Storehouse

Above is the kit.  Looks pretty simple -- right.  The directions that came with it were just as simple.  Pour the rice/koji/yeast mixture into the growler, add hot water, keep it at a steady 100 F degree temperature for 5 hours, then let it set at room temperature.  

Turns out, after further research, that this is an unconventional sake recipe.  A few websites I checked out revealed different approaches to the subject.  

http://www.geocities.co.jp/Foodpia/1751/sake.html

http://brewery.org/library/sake_MH0796.html

http://www.taylor-madeak.org/

The common factor in all of the above approaches -- you cook the rice BEFORE you put them into their fermentation vessel.  Except for the upscale recipe at the Taylor Made site, these recipes don't involve temperature control.  

The package we used is both simple (no cooked rice) and complex (temperature control and timing).  The directions said to keep the mix at 100 degrees F for 5 hours.  This was a LOT harder than I thought it would be.  That temp isn't boiling water, but it isn't room temperature water either.  It also isn't a temperature that is easy to maintain.  This wasn't like braising meat (low heat on a gas cooker) or letting a cake cool (leave it on your kitchen table).  You couldn't just put it somewhere and just ignore it for several hours.  After you are done with the 100 degree F treatment, you let it sit for 2 weeks at room temp, strain the rice out, let it sit for another 2 weeks.  The other recipes using cooked rice take only 2-3 weeks, then you can start drinking.  

At my wife's suggestion (she is Japanese after all), I placed the growler full of sake mix next to our kotatsu.  A kotatsu is a heated table that Japanese people use in winter to eat, read, and stay warm, in their unheated living rooms.  My wife said that this was the same approach they used with Natto, stinky fermented soybeans.  Unfortunately it heated the growler unevenly.   One section might be very warm, but the other would be quite cool.  I resorted to putting the whole thing into a large stockpot with very hot tap water to keep it at something close to 100 F degrees, +/- 20 degrees.

After 5 hours in the stockpot I yanked it out of the hot water bath.  There were still issues, if you look closely at the photo below you'll see this unusual dohickey at the top of the bottle.

From Storehouse

That dohickey is a combination air seal & gas release valve.  I didn't realize till much later you are supposed to add water to that thing!  That was also the reason I couldn't tell if fermentation was occuring or not.  When there is water in there, you will see bubbles coming out.  I called the male half of the couple that gave us this gift -- he's a homebrewer.  He told me to expect this thing to start pumping out gas over the next few days -- lots of bubbles coming out of the water. 

The other thing that also caused some panic was the fact that all the water had been soaked up by the rice.  I had assumed that there would still be some some water on top of the rice.  I freaked out thinking that my rice & water ratios were off.  Some research on the web revealed that even with the cooked rice sake recipes the rice will soak up the water early on, and the fermentation process will cause the liquid to be released again.

It's early in the game.  I need to give this thing at least several days to ferment.  At that time I will see whether or not the mistakes of the first day have killed this thing.  If it has -- I start over with an old school recipe.  If not -- I ride it through, see where this sake experiment leads.  

Either way -- in early March, there will be rice wine.  Under the ideal circumstances, I'll get a cloudy nigori-zake like they drink in Japan.  Under the worse circumstances, I'll get something resembling Vietnamese rot-gut.  Either way, I get a rice wine/liquor that I can use as a building block for more experiments down the road.

Maybe this will be my next culinary obsession.

Cooking Under Pressure

On a whim...

...I bought a pressure cooker a few days ago.

From Random Food Porn

I had read and heard that pressure cookers were great for cooking sub-prime cuts of meat; pork loin, pork belly, lamb shank, etc. The shtick is that they significantly cut down the cooking time needed to turn these cuts of meat into something softer than butter.

Tonight I had my first pressure cooker experience. I found some beef shanks. A few years back I tried to make ossobuco using a regular stewpot. It didn't come out so well. I couldn't resist a rematch.

I kept it simple.

- a half an onion;
- two pounds of beef shanks;
- a small can of tomato paste;
- five cloves of garlic;
- quarter cup of water;
- quarter cup of cheap red wine that was lying around in the fridge;

I browned the shanks, threw them into the pressure cooker. I threw some wine into the pan I cooked the shanks in to deglaze it, threw that deglazed wine & beef shmutz into the cooker. Browned the onions, threw them into the pot. Dumped the tomato paste, wine, and water, into the cooker. Put the top on, and turned on the heat.

As you can probably tell -- this was NOT an elegant process. The product also wasn't exactly pretty either.

From Random Food Porn

The cooker came with all these warnings. Make sure it's properly shut, turn the heat down when the pressure valve starts to move, don't put to much water in, don't pop it open while there is still pressure, etc. I got paranoid cooking with it. I feared that I didn't put enough water in, that the steam would bleed out. So I kept on screwing with the heat.

I need not have worried. I turned off the heat after 35 minutes of cooking. I couldn't pop the top though for another 15 minutes. Too much pressure. Just for kicks I put a chopstick into a valve on the handle -- steam violently shot out. I played a little with the pressure valve -- more steam shot out. If could made steamed milk for several cappucino's.

Friends who own these things, as well as the online recipes, said that the cooker would turn the toughest cuts of meat into butter. But I still wasn't prepared for what was waiting for me.

From Random Food Porn

The pictures don't quite capture how tender the meat had become. I couldn't use a fork or tongs to grab the meat. Even using a ladle to scoop the meat out, the stuff fell apart on me. The core bones of the shank fell right off and back into the pot. In the picture above you see all these random light colored streaky bits. That used to be skin, cartilage, and tendon. The pressure cooker demolished them.

Also -- I chopped up half a large yellow onion and threw it into this thing. You don't see any chopped onions do you? That's because the cooker liquified them.

I think for my next trick I'm going to throw a hunk of pork belly into the cooker with a pint of guinness, the holy trio of celery/onion/carrot, and then down it with another guinness.

Or maybe a Vietnamese style pork shoulder, braised slowly with rice wine, lemongrass, fish sauce, lime, and ginger.

Or maybe beef short ribs with carrots, chili paste, and soy sauce.

The possibilities are endless.

More Bay Area Bicycle Thief Mayhem...

Way back I had a post about a woman who had her bicycle stolen out the back of her pickup truck. Typical of Bay Area bicycle thieves, they didn't bother stealing her truck (worth thousands of dollars), but wanted her bike very badly -- which couldn't have cost more than a few hundred bucks.

My older brother recently experienced one of those WTF bicycle theft experiences. He had his bike stolen from the backyard of his apartment building.

Not that unusual, right?

Here's where it gets wacky.

His bike was not a blinged racing bike, nor was it one of those mountain bikes packed full of hydraulics. It was a bike marketed to street vendors in developing countries, with big rear racks to haul around large loads with.

Not a sexy vehicle.

His bike was also u-locked around a tree trunk. Tree trunks are not easy to break.

For some odd reason, the bike thieves wanted my brother's unsexy Third World hauling machine. So what did they do?

The chopped down the tree his bike was locked up against!

The determination, resourcefulness, and misplaced priorities, of the Bay Area Bicycle Thief never stops to shock and amaze me.

The whole sub-culture is both aweful and fascinating. Read below;

http://www.sfbg.com/entry.php?entry_id=2836&volume_id=254&issue_id=281&volume_num=41&issue_num=20&l=1

A Walk Down Piss Alley...

Back to Japan...

Before heading out to Vietnam we spent a week and a half in Japan. While there I took a few day trips around Tokyo and Chiba. I had a chance to check out an area in Tokyo called Shonben Yokocho. Translated into English, Piss Alley. Its a throwback to a Tokyo that has all but disappeared under concrete and steel. I had read that the Tokyo city government was going to demolish it soon, so I decided to check it out before someone in the construction mafia turns it into an overpriced condo development.

The place is a warren of small one story wooden shops where older Japanese guys go drinking and eating right after work. These tiny wooden shops were common in Japanese cities before the 1960's, before the Bubble Economy, before the Japanese government and the construction mafia decided to smother everyone in modern architecture. Sometimes the salarymen decide to go there for a drink in the middle of the work day. The shots below were taken around 3 pm in the afternoon.

From Tokyo Street Shots

From Tokyo Street Shots

The guys you see behind the noren screens were already pounding down soy sauce bottle size bottles of Sapporo.

The place is crowded, noisy, and dank. But it is also one of the best places in Tokyo to eat freshly cooked yakitori.

From Japanese Porn (food)

While there I also got to try out Motsu-ni-komi. Motsu-ni-kome is an organ meat stew made of chicken, beef, and pork innards, combined with Korean red pepper powder and yam cake.

From Japanese Porn (food)

It warmed me up real good....

I told my father-in-law, who knows the after-work drinking spots of Tokyo pretty well, about my visit. He has never been there, and seemed surprised that I went there to grab lunch and a drink. As he put it, "It is very Asian taste."

My wife later on explained that this type of place is the Japanese version of an old red-neck bar.

Does that make mean I'm an Asian red-neck?