Its a wonderful thing to have someone special in your life that can cook up a storm in the kitchen. Iftar last night was a delightful cullinary extravaganza: basmati white rice (these taste damn good, no starch, individual grains -- but very expensive), pegedil (beef and potato pies), ikan bawal masam manis, ayam kampung goreng kunyit, tempir (fermented soya beans) goreng petai cili, sup sayur dengan fish balls. For dessert, moist chocolate cake (not too sweet, just the way i like it), and fresh rambutans. Cool, refreshing laici water for drinks. Oh goodness, yummy. Thanks, babe!
Besides my own home cooked exertions, last night was the first time this ramadhan i had the pleasure to enjoy a proper home cooked meal (my cooking doesn't count -- i just throw stuff together into the frying pan with no real idea what's going to happen). The meal reminded me of ramadhan meals i used to have with my family. My parents, my sisters, seated around the dinner table, impatient squabbles breaking out between the kids, mom fussing around the kitchen making sure everything was ready, dad quietly eyeing the blaring tv, waiting for the azan to sound. I miss those times. Those memories made last night's meal taste all the more better. Perhaps its time to start my own family.
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