There is this Malaysian dish called nasi ulam. Basically, it is a rice salad. But my God, to make it, you need all those specialist ingredients that probably does not exist outside the country. I live across the border now, in Thailand, and I will be hard pressed to find the ingredients locally (probably because I do not know much about where to buy unusual stuff).
If I were to follow the recipe the “pure” way, I would need stuff that I wouldn’t be able to get hands on like stinky shrimp paste and this ginger flower that I can’t even remember what it’s called.
So what did I do? I put on an old pair of long trousers and went into this piece of land near my house where I see the Myanmar locals venture into to pick leaves, and picked what I can.
So I had unusual ingredients such as Thai basil in it and long beans used in som tam, but it tastes good, with salted egg sprinkled on top.
When we look for perfection, we find only suffering. I prefer to look for beauty, because it is everywhere, in all things, in all beings.