Ever wonder why this crazy Malaysian girl’s food blog has hardly any Malaysian food recipes on it?
It’s because I’m a terrible Malaysian cook.
Actually, let’s rephrase that. It’s because my mother is an absolutely amazing Malaysian cook – and I’m often far too terrified to cook anything that is familiar to her, because I’ll inevitably sit there at the end of it all, poking at my food and wishing I’d let her cook instead.
I remember doing a healthy eating survey at school one day. I would have been maybe six, or seven. The first question we were asked was “Do you eat breakfast every day”. That was an easy one. It was my answer to the second question that piqued my class’s interest though. The question? “What do you have for breakfast?”
It seems innocuous enough, but at that stage of my life (and indeed, for years and years after) breakfast consisted of chicken nuggets. Or meat pies. Pizza. Rice with meat and veges. Soup with toast. And sometimes – when we were running late and the shopping hadn’t been done – there was cereal. …continue reading malaysian mondays #04: a rainy day
Instead of continuing with day-to-day coverage of the behemoth that was my eating-in-Malaysia holiday, I’ve decided to cover something a little closer to my heart in this post: bakuteh. We visited two venues in the seven days we spent in Klang – and I’ll bet you can guess which of the two we visited slightly more often…
I have been suffering withdrawals. Malaysian food withdrawals to be exact. And, in my persistent stubbornness, I’ve refused to try to sate them. “It won’t be the saaaame!” I moan. “I don’t want tooooo!” I protest. So I am suitably sien (which is hokkein for a cross between tired and non-plussed) when (having neglected to make a booking for my mother’s birthday myself) my dad calls me up to say “We’ve booked at Kuali for tonight. See you then.”
I contemplated, just for a second, going through my holiday chronologically. But straight after Malaysian Mondays #01 came a whirlwind five day trip to Hainan Island, China (where, strangely enough, there was nary a Hainan Chicken to be seen), and I could hardly do a Malaysian Mondays post on China.
“So,” I thought, “why not skip over that side trip and recommence where I land squarely back on Malaysian soil”. And that is what I am doing.
