Questa è Enida

Akak tengah menyingsing lengan cardigan akak yang berwarna merah hati ni haa seraya menahan hati tengah marah akibat kesabaran dan keimanan diuji di saat dan ketika ini! Memang pe’el dia betul lah budak-budak ni. Bila tipon berbunyik je, dia pun mula laaahhh ikut berbunyik sama. Padahal tadi tipon tu diam seribu bahasa, satu bunyik pun tak ada dalam rumah akak ni. Toksahkan sebatang jarum, malah sebijik zarah yang jatuh pun akak tak dengar. Haaa sunyi tak sunyi rumah akak! Hah!

Gambar sekadar untuk perasan sahaja.

Sebelum ada yang kena rebus jadi kuah Laksa untuk dinner akak malam ni karang, baik akak menyingsing lengan menulis blog ni haa sambil menunggu marah akak reda. Dah lah satu hari ni akak taaaaaaakkk sesudah bertempik! Anak-anak akak ni asal bukak je mata, mulut pun bukak ler jugak buat bising. Segala keturunan bunyik ada: mak bunyik, nenek bunyik, maktok bunyik, tokwan tokki, achama achapa, kong-kong po-po punya bunyik, sampai lah ke cucu-cicit tompang lalu punya bunyik pun ada dibuatnya.

Akak memang boleh jamin dengan SIRIM lah, Bukit Pokrovsky ni kalau buat Majlis Anugerah Sempena Emak Paling Kuat Bertempik, akak lah tokoh yang terpaling hebat! Haaa dah lah TER, PALING lagi tuh! Bukan itu sahaja. Akak lah calon, akak lah juri, akak lah urusetia, akak lah usher, akak lah pengacara dan akak jua lah pemenang tiga tahun berturut-turut. Kalau lima tahun akak duduk atas bukit nih, lima tahun lah akak penggondol setia gelaran juara tersebut. Juara bertahan pun jadi tak tahan dengan akak. Apa susah, akak tempikkk je kat muka sesaper yang berani nak mencabar kekuatan tempikan maut akak ni. Haaa ada braniii?

Tapi memang lah… akak yakin lagi pasti, kalian semua akan terperanjat kalau berkesempatan mendengar tempikan keramat akak yang ternyata menyiat hati anak-anak akak yang nakal sebenarnya. Akak je yang tak rajin bercerita dan mengomel pasal kenakalan mereka dan keluarga mereka itu. Yang kalian baca semua cerita-cerita yang indah-indah belaka. Kisah menyayat hati yang akak karang bila hati telah retak. Bila hati tengah marah macam petang ni, bukan hati akak sahaja yang retak. Pinggan ayan serta mangkuk hayun akak semuanya retak menunggu belah. Nasib baik akak cepat tangkupkan ke batu. Nescaya jadi lah ia batu belah batu bertangkup.

Maka akak pun merayu lah kepada batu yang menjadi sebut-sebutan itu…

Batu lah belah batu bertangkup
Telan lah aku luluh lah aku
Aku dah rebus telur untuk hiasan laksa itu tadi

Akak terpaksa mengundur diri dulu untuk merebus apa-apa yang dapat akak tangkap dan rebus untuk menjadi kuah Laksa hidangan makan malam akak ni sebentar nanti.

Muahahahahahaahaaa… come to Mommyyy!
The water is boiling, the noodles are readyyy!
Muahahahahahaahaaa!

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There is a story behind this Beef Stroganoff dinner I made last night.

Kitreena has been enjoying lunch from the school cafeteria. It all started when I sent her back, traveling on her own to Moscow from Singapore about a month ago – while I spent the extra two weeks in Malaysia. And since Daddy would not have time to cook or pack lunch for the daughter, Kitreena was finally introduced to the cafeteria food (despite Mommy’s suspicion of where those cafeteria staff’s index fingers have been).

Beef Stroganoff, once every two or three weeks, appears among four choices in one of the days’ menu. Kitreena, a big fan of Beef Kurma, naturally was overjoyed when she first saw it. Well, I am sure you can tell what has been her favorite since. She has been giving nothing so far but all the good reviews on the cafeteria food. I must admit though, I can’t dismiss what she said altogether. I have had a couple of meals there myself, and to be fair, the food is good for a school-cafeteria standard. Plus, it is the closest eatery to us on this hill. No, I lied. It is the only eatery on this hill. I shall say no more.

And now that I have come home, unfortunately fortunately, Kitreena still wants to continue getting lunch packs from the cafeteria. I believe it is mainly her way of ‘fitting in’ with her mates. And I also believe I am saying this because I am in denial. Nonetheless, I only let her do so  twice a week now. Apparently parents here are making use of the facilities and what privileges they have. This lunch-packing business can be time consuming, if one doesn’t have time and cannot make time to begin with. Worse, if one doesn’t find joy in doing it. I got time!

Okay, the Beef Stroganoff story is…
I told Kitreena that I make better BS than what she gets from the school cafeteria. (Yeah, both BS’s, I admit to that too.) “But the real challenge is the Mashed Potato, Mom. You’ve never made Mashed Potato.” she said. ‘Yes I have, too! Hello! I have watched your Grandma Johnson making it sooooo many times! So many that it felt like it was I who was making it every time!’ But of course, that is just my BS thinking. No. You’re right. I confess. By golly hail Mary, I never made Mashed Potato.

Lo and behold, yesterday’s Beef Stroganoff was no bs for Kitreena. I shall say, ehem! I passed the challenge. She was so impressed with both my BS and MP that she actually is going to pass on the Beef Stroganoff on Macaroni next week! No bs, but hello! Nobody makes Macaroni like Mommy does.

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