Yeah, tough cookie.
That’s what I thought I was… going on me T-scooter alongside Kitreena on her bike to school this morning with my hood off in 2.7°C. Until I came home with two tough, almost frozen ears. Burrrrr!
But then, as soon as I got into the garage, I was sweating like a newly baked garlic loaf in a Ziploc double-zipper bag. Though I did not smell garlicky, and instead smelled like Ralph Lauren’s Always Yours, (chewah!) I sure felt like jumping into the shower again.
It is cool, wet and gloomy out there.
But I’ve got sunshine tucked away in my oversized CAT luggage bag that I have not unpacked. Scroll down to see my hot stuff…
Questa è Enida 
Baba’s curry powder is the best Enida! I like the kari daging, it makes your curry merah2 kan and makan plak dgn roti jala, peerrgh nangis! Hiah ni yang malas cakap pasal food ni, now nak kena masak kari ayam plak dah. Just fried meself char kuey tiaw, somehow I am still hungry.
Wiz,
Masa I kecik-kecik tapi tak berapa kecik dulu, my Mom used serbuk kari cap Burung Kakaktua (ke burung haper ntah). And that was her specific favorite back then. She hated cap Peladang. Too much turmeric, she said.
When Adabi entered the market, she swore by it. But for some reason she shifted to Baba’s these last 10-15 years after finding the Alagapa’s ranges were a bit too spicy to her liking. I think she finally admitted it that the Indians just make better curry powders. Or maybe it was her taste that finally settled. One of the two.
Miss my Mom’s Kari Ikan Kayu/Tongkol!
Kari Daging and Roti Jala? You memang sengaja hendak menyiksa batinku ini kan? Kau kejam, kejam! Ohhh kejaaammmm! (Ala-ala Noorkumalasari dalam filem Esok Untuk Siapa.)
Kepada Datin Noorkumalasari sekiranya kau mendengar ketika ini… terimalah ucapan:
Sepi mengajarku menulis surat rindu,
sebarisan ayat yang mudah…
kaulah yang ku cintaaaaa!
🙂
enida
somehow winter is bearable with a little help from baba 🙂