This dish, with its perfectly balanced flavors of sweet and salty, meaty and lightness, is so daunting that in the 10+ years that I've been eating it, I have never tried to duplicate it. I wouldn't even have lemongrass in the house for fear I would attempt the dish only to create an epic failure causing me weep openly while lying on the kitchen floor.
What caused this new-found freedom, you ask? I have no freaking clue. I just decided one day that enough was enough and surely with the help of the interwebs and my local Asian market, I could do this. So I shopped and I surfed and the end result wasn't half bad. It was no Green Papaya #45, but it was enough to stave off the crazies. And really, at this point, keeping the crazies at bay is about all a girl can ask for. Well, that plus free shoes for life but I’m trying to keep it real here.