The other students who were with me for our vegetarian cooking class shrieked when they heard the cha-ching, cha-ching of an ice cream vendor pass the restaurant.
“Ai Dtim! You dtim. We all dtim for ai dtim!”
The Thai version of the ice cream truck had passed.
“You have to try it,” they insisted.
“Put rice on top.”
“And make sure you get it in the bread.”
“Bread?” I asked.
“Yeah–ice cream sandwiches…real ice cream sandwiches.”
“Make sure it’s not in the square thing.”
“Yah–it looks like it’s in a keg,” they explained.
“Okay, I’ll look out for it,” I promised.
Yesterday I heard the familiar ringing and spotted a woman wearing a pointy hat, pushing a keg on wheels.
“Ai dtim?” I asked.
She opened the lid to show me. Deep down was some white substance. There was a row of small bread slices. This must be the stuff.
“Okay,” I said, and pulled out my camera.
She pointed to the bread and to some plastic cups.
I knew to choose bread.
She leaned over until her entire arm was buried…
and filled the bread with miniature scoopfuls while I snapped pictures.
She drizzled milk from a can on top, then pointed to a plastic container filled with peanuts. I nodded my head.
She was going to hand it to me, but I remembered the rice, so I pointed to the other plastic container. She unscrewed the top. Inside was cooked sticky rice.
Okay, I’ll try it…
She put a mini scoop of sticky rice on top, then more canned milk. I had her hold it while I took a photo and paid my 10 baht (30 cents US).
The first few bites were coconut milk. I loved it. I couldn’t tell if it was only coconut milk, or it had dairy milk in it as well. It went perfectly well with the crunchy peanuts. Surprisingly, the bread made a nice combination.
The sticky rice was strange, along with milk that wasn’t sweetened; it must have been evaporated milk, and not sweetened condensed milk, as I had thought it was.
As I got further down, the ice cream changed from coconut to nearly tasteless vanilla. So there must have been a combination of the two in the keg, and she obviously strategically planned it so the vanilla part went into the bread, soaking the bread as it melted. Very interesting.
Not sure I’d eat it again, if I had to have both flavors. I’d want only the coconut milk kind, with peanuts. If I could have only that kind, I’d definitely eat it again. Better listen for that bell.
When’s the last time you ate something so interesting?