Following my u-turn on a group of desserts that I snappily call “things floating in coconut milk”, I quite happily began eating thab thim krob whenever the opportunity arose.
At the same market where I purchased the underwhelming khanom tua baep, H and I shared a thab thim krob drink.
It really was very little different to regular thab thim krob. Replace the bowl with a cup and the spoon with a fat straw and hey presto!
There were some impossible-to-suck-up scrapings of coconut in the mix, and the water chestnut was in lovely shades of orangey-red, but I’m really splitting hairs here.
So why bother writing about it? No real reason except I thought the photos were pretty!