Green is the color.
It is cooling off quite a bit now. The hottest part of summer is over. I guess we could call it Omani Autumn, but really…it’s no cooler or less humid than Malaysia at the moment. Green is not the usual color you see around yet. Well, it never is the usual color you see around here. Nevertheless, it is a good time to do some gardening, if you don’t mind getting your hands dirty.
It is cooling off quite a bit now. The hottest part of summer is over. I guess we could call it Omani Autumn, but really…it’s no cooler or less humid than Malaysia at the moment. Green is not the usual color you see around yet. Well, it never is the usual color you see around here. Nevertheless, it is a good time to do some gardening, if you don’t mind getting your hands dirty.
Remember the kangkong that was cilok-ed by Bibik a couple of weeks ago? While most of the leaves and stems have gone back to the soil in the loji tapisan somewhere I don’t even want to care to know, some are now growing in our kebun! Yes sireee, Bibik planted some stems leaveless right on the day I made the Kangkong Belacan. Yeah, leaveless!
With our konon scientific knowledge, my hubby and I thought that the kangkong should have been planted with at least some leaves on. They are the ones who ‘make’ the food for the plant, are they not? That chlorophyll thingy, ya know? So we waited and watched with little faith that there ever will be any more fresh Kangkong Belacan, i.e. not kangkong from Carrefour.
It hasn’t even been two weeks, but the kangkong is growing like a weed. By the way, is kangkong a weed? Dandelion is, but people eat it like cows grazing on grass. Uh, what is it with me and cows these days kan? I was chatting with Cik Nan the other day about cow’s meat (beef lah tu) in the middle east tasting not as ‘meaty’ as beef in Malaysia. I swear. Beef here tastes like wet hardtack. Or if you could imagine chewing on that eggs-holder cardboard material (sarang telur ke haper ke dipanggil that thing).
Back to my kangkong…I mean, Bibik’s kebun kangkong. We caught ourselves berangan the other day. Bibik and I. That maybe by the time we have our patio sale next month, we could open a stall selling some fresh kangkong. Or better yet, have some kangkong-picking sale. Ya know, like those strawberry or apple-picking farms in Canada. Oh yeah, berangan taik kucing me and my maid, we can!
I’d better get ready to go to work. Not that I need the money. (Isyy belagaknya akuu!) But I can’t imagine myself being a kangkong farmer and making one-tenth a month against what I am making in less than an hour. Nothing against any kangkong farmers out there. Tak per lah, call me belacan all you want. But it’s nice to get that Lasik done with only two weeks of il mio stipendio. And that is only 10 hours per week.
Seven hundred twenty trillion, five hundred thirty three thousand, eight hundred eleven hippopotamus…seven hundred twenty trillion, five hundred thirty three thousand, eight hundred twelve hippopo…. Sorry, I am busy counting my blessings again. Chi vediamo, farfalla.
Questa è Enida 
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