I am pretty much like my dad when it comes to munching on snacks. Snacks? Uh, perhaps junks is a slightly more honest term. 😉 But the point is, we both like fish crackers — keropok ikan. Dad and I can eat keropok ikan like there’s no tomorrow. I remember back then, we could even have it with rice as lauk when we didn’t like Mom cooking cockles (kerang) for lunch, or beef lungs (paru or kelempung). Iyewww!
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Anyway, last year I was introduced by a local friend to a Kuala Kemaman’s fish cracker place called Keropok Intan. Yeah, what’s with the name eh? Regardless, the cleanliness of the place makes me feel like buying the whole shop! And so I have been munching on keropok Intan very very often since. Oh yes, very!
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But for the first time in my life, today, right here, right now, as I am writing this… I am experiencing some ‘technical difficulties’ continuing munching on Keropok Intan after only the fifth piece this afternoon at my office. I, the Questa è Enida, accidentally have a small piece of fish bone stuck in my tongue!
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As soon as I can get this bone out… I think I should call Kak Ani, the owner of Keropok Intan business, to urge her to rename the keropok. I am not going to talk about taking her to court for my tongue injury, or bertikam lidah with her about my lidah or anything. But if she is ever thinking about re-branding, she can use my name anytime. Kepok Enida, owk? 😉
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Now, who says lidah tidak bertulang?
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Questa è Enida 
since this post on Jan 5th I presume you’ve had some keropok intan despite the tulang 😉
pernah jadi kat I masa I was form 4 ke 5… susah nak swallow, payah nak cakap, segalanya perit dan shall I say, menyucuk2! know what I did? I marched to the matron kat sick bay and asked her a big favour to pull it out with a tweezer-thingy! geli hati! tp masa tu macam nak marah pun iye, bila matron cakap, tulang ikan gitu pun nak masuk sick bay?? so, I can say that I know the feeling… ;P
nid….but u still like them very much….aren’t u?…