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kerr-row-pokeA few days ago I responded to my friend June's wondering about who eats porridge for breakfast. I told her that I am one of the people who eats rice porridge for breakfast, even if I'm not sick. My innocent respond led me to crave for porridge (as every little thing often make me crave for something or other... ). So when I had some leftover vegetable soup, I decided to make rice porridge with it. Smelling the softening rice on the stove reminded me of when I went to visit my sister in Jakarta. I followed her out to get some breakfast one morning. We stopped at one of the many streets in Menteng where I saw there was a small crowd of people in front of a big mansion, crowding around a van. There were also a few huge luxury cars parked along the street. I discovered that the man in the van was selling rice porridge. He'd pack porridge with some soup , and together with a pack of krupuk (crispy crackers) and some other condiments (I can't remember what.. i think there were crispy fried shallots and chopped parsley or something). His assistant would sometimes take and bring orders to the parked luxury cars. My sister said the porridge seller is doing very very well, coz he owns one of the huge houses on the street. We had porridge with krupuk for breakfast that morning and it was pretty yummeh. That memory prompted me to fry my own stash of krupuk, to be eaten with my porridge. I said "krupuk" (kerr-roo-pook) because I meant the Indonesian version, which is usually made of rice flour and vegetable flavours like onion or garlic. These, and the orange shrimp crackers or white fish crackers, can be found easily in the supermarkets here. The Trengganu "keropok" (kerr-row-poke), which is made of succulent fish and sago flour and is often greyish-brown due to being rich in fish, I treasure like gold and save only for special occasions (like when I feel like eating nasi kerabu or guests are coming and I have nothing else in the larder). From my visit to Indonesia 2 years ago, I realised that just like the folks in Trengganu, the indonesians really love their krupuk. Just like we folks in the east coast of Malaysia like to use our fish crackers as spoons for our fried noodles, the indonesians use them as condiments for their fried noodles. They even have "mee keriuk", and instant fried noodles which comes with it's own small packet of crispy krupuk in the packaging. Perhaps that's where I got my habit of having to have something crunchy for me to eat all the time. Like eating cheetos with my fried noodles. Afterall, my family do have blood from Indonesia flowing in us. That also explains why my kids inherited the same liking to anything crunchy and crispy... 
Izani and his basket of krupuk Good Morning Starshine ...... the world says "Hello!"Today i got news via the chatbox in one of my scrabulous games that I am an aunt, again!! My sister who does not blog (TDB) just gave birth to a healthy 3kg baby girl at 8.19am (malaysian time, 3:19am saudi time). My latest niece's name is Sharifah Nabiha. She shares the same birthdate with her eldest brother Arif, yay! (Less birthdates for me to remember). So my parents now have 13 grandchildren, out of which 8 are boys and 5 are girls. Number 14 is coming end of July Insya-Allah, expected to be another boy. Masya-Allah, Alhamdulillah! From our phone conversation, I also learned that my sister has opted for vss (Voluntary Severance Scheme)(Read: she quit her job), so we are concocting a business plan, for when I come back for good, which is dont know when. heh heh so much for a plan. That's the news for today :) dreamyFollowing the trend of blogging about your current music obsession,here's mine: yeah, I'm predictable. but he's so dreaaammmyyyyyyyyyy!!! p/s i just realized that I wont be able to catch the top 20 next week coz my flight is on wednesday and I dont know if I Cairo airs American Idol. I also wont be able to catch the top 16!! dayummmm. I dont know if I'll have internet access (or even access to the computer). (oh wait, taufik is bringing his computer, so there's hope for me yet). But thank god there's rickey.org. and TWOP. laytur peeps. Good Vibrationswow.Some good vibes must be going my way today. It started early in the morning while I was frying up some noodles for breakfast/lunch with last night's leftover sambal tumis sotong (squid in spicy sauce). I got a call from Flora, a neighbour who I've not met up for quite a while coz she had been feeling under the weather. She asked me whether I wanted to go out shopping with her. I hesitated (coz I am currently obsessed with completing a(nother) 'project'), but said yes in the end coz as I said, I had not seen her in quite a while. One friendship renewed! As I got out of the house (after having like 45minutes to get ready), I bumped into my new next door neighbour. I introduced myself and found out her name was An-sun (spelling might be wrong, but that's what it sounded like) and we chatted for awhile and found out she's from korea (Lee dong wook!) and she has lived in riyadh before. Then I had to say see ya later and rush to catch the bus. One new friend made! When I got back from shopping, I got a call from someone asking for 'Mrs Taufik' and found out it was Madeeha, Taufik's colleagues' wife. She called just to get to know more ladies and we chatted for a bit and I told her she could come over anytime, just give me a call first coz I would need to clean up my messy house ha ha ha. Later in the evening I got another call from her inviting me over for tea with some other ladies this coming saturday, and we ended up making a date to go out tomorrow for a short shopping trip (I have to exchange a pair of pants I bought today) and lunch. Two new friends made! After I got the first call from Madeeha, I got another call from a lady who introduce herself as Bella from 248 from across the street from my house. At that point I started feeling really popular tee hee. She called to ask me about what the arrangements are for children going to Reception in Dhahran academy. Her daughter had just started school today and she was confused about the bus arrangements and so I explained to her what Anis went through and what the bus monitor duties were and then we got to chatting about other things coz I tend to ramble and ask curious questions like where are you from (she's from nigeria) and is this your first expatriate post (she was in australia before) and how many kids do you have (she's got 2 other boys, same age as Ilham and Ihsan!). When my kids got home from school I was at the door and saw that my kids had made friends with her kids and she was at her door too and we waved at each other. Three new friends made! Tee hee. So I guess you could say it had been quite a productive day as far as friendships are concerned. Alamak!Alamak...Ingat tak lagu ni ? Papa ku pulang dari kota, papa ku belikan ke-re-ta.. well, versi saya - Papa ku pulang dari Dubai, papa ku belikan ku ...-... cuba teka. Rasa guilty lak shopping sakan.. :P Translation: Oh No... Do you remember this nursery rhyme? Daddy came home from afar, daddy bought me a car well, my version would be - Daddy came home in a plane, daddy bought me a ... Guess. Now I feel so guilty for having that shopping spree :P { Last Page } { Page 1 of 9 } { Next Page } |
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