When I saw the deep fried strips of dough, I just knew I had to have them. Pathangoh is kind of the Thai version of doughnuts (though they have regular donuts here too) that they sell in street-side food stalls and serve with steaming hot soymilk and various jellied or oat goodies in the milk. You can rip up the dough and dunk it in the milk for a tasty breakfast or dessert.

They remind me of my grandmother, who used to eat them every day, dunked in sweetened condensed milk. I went for the soymilk instead because, well, I choose life.

As far as the taste goes, I find them all right – nothing to write home about. But I love them for the memories of my grandmother, her soft, wrinkled skin, and her laugh.

Do you ever do that? Love something simply for reminding you of someone special?

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4 thoughts on “Pathangoh

  1. The I choose life comment made me burst right out loud with laughter!

    I love that it isn't the taste but the memories that make this a treat for you. My husband's siblings have a similar "treat". Their old German grandmother made "liver dumplings" for special occasions. One brother and his wife still make them for the Thanksgiving table even though they are more scenery than a side dish!

    Your treat sounds far more tasty than liver dumplings btw!

  2. I echo the other comments, "I choose life" -awesome!

    My grandmother became a bit of a health nut in her last years. Everytime my grandfather and grandmother would show up in their tiny camper, I would love to scamper inside to see their world. My grandmother always had a plastic bag of shelled sunflower seeds it was easily a pound or two. The smells of sunflower seeds, the oil it releases always reminds me of her. I wish I had known her better.

  3. Yep. There is a special place in my heart for the game of tennis, simply because my grandparents played it and I can remember the sounds of it as they watched it on TV as I was growing up. If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't care less, mainly because I suck at it.