A Family Treat That Nurtures Generations to Come

The pleasant fragrance of thinh started to fill the room.

His family’s workshop in Dan Phuong District, 20km west of Hanoi, is less than 100 square meters. But it produces a special delicacy – nem Phung – that regularly travels by air, train and bus to anywhere on earth where Vietnamese people are living.

In his high-ceilinged country home across the street from the workshop, Mr. Thai recalled how his grandfather used to make his nem at a cart stop eatery serving travelers and commuters who stopped by.

“My grandfather was born in 1890, the same year as President Ho Chi Minh,” he said. “He sold gio (steamed pork jambon) and cha (fried pork cakes) and nem in his eatery and became very successful.”

Thanks to his grandfather’s martial arts skill, neither gangs nor robbers could steal from him. Known around the area by the name Pho Hoi, because he bought a small position in the local administration—something like a village sheriff – was very successful in his days. “Over time, he built his fortune by selling food and slowly purchased rice-cultivating land around the area. At one point he accumulated up to 50 acres of land, equal to 18 ha of land today.”

Vast political forces would soon alter the culinary family’s course. The Viet Minh League led by President Ho Chi Minh declared to the world that Vietnam was an independent country on September 2nd, 1945.

The fragile independent status did not last long, as the French returned to wage war with Ho Chi Minh’s government in winter 1946, pushing the young independence fighters into hiding in the mountains and jungles. In 1947, grandfather Pho Hoi was killed by artillery fire and his wife wounded.

His wife kept the family alive by maintaining the food stall, where she continued to make the nem Phung, named after the large region known as Phung in Son Tay Province.

The dish has become a delicacy in several provinces in the north of Vietnam. The pork can range from the pork ears to pork belly meat, and the seasoning can be quite mild, sometimes only salt and a small amount of MSG.

Served as a snack, not as a staple food to be consumed with rice, nem Phung are often made into small golf ball-sized rounds and sold for mostly men to take with rice liquor. It’s a delicacy for a taste or a snack, not a meal to fill up on.

After 1954, when Hanoi was liberated from French rule, Mr Thai’s father, who had left home to join the revolutionary forces up in the mountains, returned home to tend the rice fields his father had left.

But the joy of reunion did not last long.

In 1956, the land reform swept through the northern countryside. The fields that were once the pride and wealth of the family under the grandfather became their shame.

“My father was branded a landlord and tied up with his elbows behind his back and he was sentenced to 12 years in jail,” Mr Thai said. “I was nine years old and I saw it.”

But he did not serve a full sentence. “My father spent only six months in jail, and then a correctional team came to our village to reopen the cases. My father wrote a report saying he had worked with many people while in the army. The team confirmed what my father wrote and he was later released.”

Mr Thai said he learned to make nem Phung from his father, who took charge of all the family’s farming work.

Ten years later in 1966, Mr Thai himself joined the army.

“In 1968, I was wounded in the battle of Quang Tri,” Mr Thai said. “I had an operation, the shrapnel was taken out. Luckily it only took away some of my intestine and I was assessed as a war invalid, level 4/1.”

In 1983, one of the country’s hardest economic times before doi moi or renovation began in 1986, Mr Thai decided to become a civilian at age 34.

“I demobbed with a degree of permanent disability, receiving 66 per cent of my full salary, which was VND36,000 in 1983.”

His third son, the youngest and the only one who now follows the family’s tradition, was born the same year.

Mr Thai recalled how he decided to revive the family’s delicacy that year. “The first batch, I made 30 balls of nem and brought them to several neighbouring food stalls. I sold them for VND1,000 each.”

Now he’s making in a day almost what he used to make in a month.

Keeping family’s name

Today, Mr Thai’s nem has registered under a commercial name, Nem Phung Thai Cam. Thai is his name and Cam is his wife’s.

“My family’s nem used to be known as Pho Hoi, for my grandfather, and later as Trum Hoc, for my father,” Mr Thai said. “But my predecessors have long passed away and I would not want people to call their names everyday!”

Vietnamese custom calls for using the ancestors’ names only with great respect, during death ceremonies or in the family handbook.

“In the past, the label and patent were not as important,” Bui Ngoc Ha, the son, adds. “Our ancestors’ fame only existed in the memories of people in the area.

In 2014, Mr. Thai was named a Master of Folk Craft. Though the custom of making nem has survived for four generations, the recipe is not easy for outsiders to replicate.

“It’s not something we can write down in a precise recipe,” Mr Ha said. “You need to do it many, many times and get a feel for the dish and try always to make it better. Some of my family’s employees were able to open their own shops. All the families making nem Phung in this region are related.”

Nem Phung are made everyday and must be eaten within two days. “It’s the only drawback of our nem,” Mr. Thai said.

“We tried to put it in airtight bags, but it lost is fluffiness,” his son added.

Mr. Ha said the Ha Noi Food Safety office conducts hygiene checks twice a year and the local office also checks them out twice a year.

“I have heard from customers who brought our nem to many countries around the world,” Mr. Thai said. “We only sell at home here, and send a few dozen packs to the famous Quoc Huong shop in Hang Bong St. in Hanoi.”

Nem Phung Thai Cam can be consumed wrapped in sung leaves, included in the pack, and dipped in chili sauce or alongside julienned gio (pork jambon) and fried eggs and vegetables to make summer rolls.

As we prepared to leave, a car with a Hanoi license plate stopped in front of the shop and three women came in. “Please pack for us 16 buns! We take them to Ho Chi Minh City as a gift.”

“It’s all labour and hard work.” Mr. Thai said. “Over the past one hundred years, our family’s nem has been with us during our country’s ups and downs. Today, my children, my grandchildren grew up learning the work. They must love the dish and love the process of making it so as to keep our family’s craft.”

By VNS