One of the few street food regrets that I have acquired is eating the above barbecued cake. I donâ€™t know what it is named in Khmer and despite exuding the lush aroma of roasted banana and sesame seeds, it appears to be made of either papier-mÃ¢chÃ© or its even less edible substitute, taro. Taro is proof of Godâ€™s disdain for humanity. Cooked on a stand out the front of the French Cultural Centre, its sole purpose seems to be to remind the French not to eat Cambodian food. 200 riel (US$0.05) apiece.
If you could fry a ring of lard in pure hogfat and then somehow bind it all together with toffee, youâ€™d end up with one of the above cakes. These candied miniature donuts test my faith in the rule that deep-frying improves everything (except for taro). Possibly it is designed to mimic the edible equivalent of a looped, hardened artery. 100 riel (US$0.02) each from a guy wandering around the Russian market. He was a bit shirty that I paid the Khmer price and not the tourist price.