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Tender Loving Cucur

Dicucuri rahmatNya...

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Waking up this morning, I rushed downstairs to make breakfast only to realize that I didn’t have much to scrape from. There was Masak Lemak Kobis from supper the other night. But I already set my mind that I was going to make Cucur. It wasn’t easy to make a connection between Masak Lemak Kobis and Cucur, I tell you.

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But the picture above proved that I am pretty good at recycling. Ehem! It is Cucur Kobis with Bawang Goreng. I fished out the cabbage from the Masak Lemak Kobis and since I was time-pressed to peel and slice fresh shallots, I just mixed in some ready-made bawang goreng (fried shallots) into the dough.

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Voila! Breakfast is served, love!

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Silent L Salmon

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I didn’t feel like cooking today. Cooking = pots, pans, spatulas, oil splattering all over the stove, mountains of dishes to climb in the end. So, it was time to bake the salmon. Some salt, pepper, parsley, lemon squeeze, and olive oil later, I hid it in the oven for 20 minutes at 190°C.

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I cut up some carrots and dump them into the pot of rice (rice cooker).

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Slathered the salmon with cream and dill gravy (in a sachet).

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Steamed some broccoli and cauliflower in the rice-cooker steamer.
So while the rice was cooking, these whites and greens were steaming.
All in one pot, all at once.

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And voila! The whole plate of Baked Salmon, Steamed Broccoli & Cauliflower and Chunky Carrot Rice dinner.

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I sent this picture to hubby who was still at work when I was feeding the kids. He cried.

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Two orders of Salmon dinner for me Monchies, siap!

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Postlude:

I did not use the stove at all. The cream and dill gravy only required boiling hot water to mix. I told you I didn’t feel like cooking. Both the cooker and the cook got their break tonight. Yay!

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I made a mistake the other day. Hmmm… not just the other day. I actually probably make mistake every other day, if not everyday. The leftover Chinese BBQ-Style Ribs I made for the weekend supper was not something I should have converted into soup or curry. But that was the mistake.

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Well, actually I made two mistakes (plus plus ++). I turned the ribs into a soup. And then I turned the soup into a curry! Since it didn’t taste quite right as a soup – crushed cayenne pepper that would not break down even after boiling the ribs for many hours, the soy and teriyaki caremel flavor and the sweetness of Muscavado sugar – it was a recipe for disaster!

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So I cut up some vegetables (cauliflower, carrot, celery and babycorn), saute them with some shallots, garlic, ginger, curry paste as well as curry leaves. And then I poured in the ‘soup’, adding some coconut milk. Voila! Got me some Watered-down-double-boiled-Chinese-BBQ-Style-Ribs-soup-transformed-into-Vegetable-Curry kind of curry!

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I even served the WDDBCBBQSRSTIVC Curry with the Onion Paratha for supper one evening!

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The next day, I thought… ishhh, cannot lah. The curry tasted not too bad, hubby liked it, but it just didn’t sit right on my Chinmaladian tongue. You can marry a Chinese to an Indian, but you can’t force them to eat Malay food morning, noon and night. It is a recipe for disaster-er!

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So I further transformed the curry that was a soup before it became a curry, that was broiled ribs before they became a soup, into Curry Rice. That’s right! I poured the curry into my rice cooker and added three cups of Basmati rice to it! That was when things went from wrong to wronger!

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I have never been good, nor have I been lucky, with Basmati rice. I either undercook it or turn it into Basmati Porridge! And this time around, I was an underachiever who almost went under-the-table for undercooking the Basmati. What an underdog!

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I tried leaving the Curry Rice on the slow-cooking mode for 2 hours hoping that it would steam away and cook thoroughly in the process. Nope! I obviously underestimated the Basmati Rice’s capacity of turning my cooking from disastrous to dinosastrous!

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And so it was… just like I said it would have been. I was not going to throw out Chinese BBQ-Style Ribs Soup Curry Rice just because I am not a good cooker! I am a cooker with four burners, if you don’t mind me bragging! So the Chinese BBQ-Style Ribs Soup Curry Rice was then finally made into Chinese BBQ-Style Ribs Soup Curry Rice Fried Rice with Chinese cabbage and eggs.

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Or officially known as Nasi Goreng China BBQ-Gaya Sup Kari Nasi dengan Kobis Cina dan Telur (NGCBBQGSKNDKCDT). How’s that for a krazy lazy lady like me?

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Macarena Macaroni

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I recycled our steak dinner leftovers from Sunday:

  • barbecued steak meat
  • corn and peas
  • potatoes
  • gravy

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Added-ins:

  • 2 cups of macaroni (boiled)
  • 2 slices of bread (diced)
  • 1 can cream of mushroom soup
  • 1 onion
  • cheddar, gouda & mozzarella (or whatever you have)
  • oregano & parsley
  • olive oil.
  1. In olive oil, sauté onion, meat, potato, corn, peas, diced bread, oregano, parsley and macaroni.
  2. Pour sautéed mix into a casserole dish, add in cream of mushroom soup, gravy and cheeses.
  3. Bake at 325°F or 180°C for 25 minutes.

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Buon appetito!

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Postlude:

But really, you can throw in whatever leftovers you have with the macaroni. The must-haves are only cream of mushroom soup and cheese.

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Last Last

The last hot drink you had:
Earl Grey with Honey
Thanks to Rozie, for reminding me all the way from Klang, “Sebaik-baiknya di solstis musim sejuk (cikgu Geografi la konon) ini banyak-banyaklah makan madu, supaya badan lebih segar, selain mengurangkan kahak dan selsema.” And I honestly did feel like tea with honey tonight. It at least refreshed my campus memories with dear Rozie.

 

The last ‘I Love You’ you said to:
KaCher, on sms.
If I could make up for the loss of many more I-love-you’s we were supposed to hear from Mom, I would. But I believe that every thought we think and every word we write is an ‘I love you’ tribute to Mom, sis.

 

Me Monchies, after saying good night.
Kitreena would usually say, “Sleep tight Mom, make sure you go straight to bed.” Yeah right! Who’s going to run the dishwasher? Who’s going to refill all the 3 humidifiers? 🙂 Who’s going to post an entry on Questa è Enida? Who’s going to bermimpi bercanda di pasiran pantei ama Kang Broery? And Edrick would say, “Good night Mommy. Don’t let the bug spread! I love you.” Every night for the past 3 months I have been trying to  correct him… bite, not spread. But I think the bug has spread and he won’t recover from his own quote for a long while. Quote unquote.

 

Your last frustration:
Peeling Onions
The skin was unbelievably thin and dryer than the thirstiest nomad crossing Rub’ Al-Khali on kamikaze cum harakiri mode (luper lalu mbawok bochowng air, awok nte). If onion skin can go soft like Nori (sushi wrap) when cooked, I would have gladly stir-fried a full 2 cups of it with my bean curd tonight.

 

The last flattering thing you heard:
Good cooking, Mommy. Deeleeeeeecious!
Edrick would only eat rice if it comes with tofu, or bean curd or fish. Rice porridge to him is only edible if it comes with tokyu (soy sauce), chopped spinach or steamed broccoli. So you can imagine how flattering the word ‘deeleeeeeecious’ is… coming from a not-so-big-of-a-fan of rice.

 

The last smart idea you came up with:
A Krazy Lazy Cooking Method

 

 

 

 

Well, well, well… what can I say. My krazy lazy mind-set has truly plagued me these days. So horridly krazy-lazily lazy, that the only thing I am not lazy doing is thinking of ways to be even lazier. And another thing you have to know about me is, I dislike cooking anything that would make me smell like what I just cook. A divorcee friend once disclosed to me about his ex-wife, “She always smelled like bawang goreng (sautéed shallots/garlic). I don’t mind that smell in the kitchen or dining room. But not in my bed.” Yeeessshhh, crazy but true. A woman is supposed to be tasteful, not tasty!

 

So yesterday, out of desperation to guttle my newly bought salted dried old fish, I came up with this idea: instead of pan-frying or deep-frying the stinky-o-smelly fishies, I oven-broiled them! To avoid from having to scrape the baking pan in case the fish would stick to it, I shaped a piece of baking paper into a ‘bowl’, poured half the amount of oil I usually use into the baking-paper bowl and voila! Into the oil the fishies swam and into the oven they broiled for about 25 minutes at 200°C. No stirring, flipping, flapping, spattering, splattering, and spatula-ing involved the whole 25 minutes.

 

And the tiptop feat of this krazy lazy methodology was not only that I saved the whole house from the smell, I saved myself from smelling like fried salted dried fish! My husband is not home this week anyway. By the way, ladies and some gentle men… did you ever notice that of all that we wear when cooking, the aroma’s favorite part to stick to and stick on is our bra? So ehem, did you sauté any shallots or garlic today? Ahak ahak ahak ahak! *gelak ada makna, tu yang kening sebelah dok teghangkat tu*

 

Your last Facebook status:

 

 

An Original Quote
I know many people who do not share my principle of ‘keeping it right’ grammatically and grammatolatrily. Well, I worship words, alright. While I don’t speak many languages, those I do speak and write in I make sure I speak and write in relatively properly. And that means no saying that’s mean when I mean to say that means. You know what I mean? Whats make it uncorrect and disproper are ones’ attitude towards improofment itself, usualy…………………… Espfcially if 1’s  is rspnsiblty to educates de lang. 2 de yang ones, k???!!!

 

I believe that the beauty of learning (and using) a language is mastering it so one can ‘manipulate’ it while keeping a high respect for the language itself. Of course it applies to learning anything, really. Cooking, for instance – just like a language – is a skill one first has to master before one can create new recipes. Wiz and Lish – language trainers turned bakers  friends of mine – I bet can vouch me on this. (Wiz & Lish, ken lee tulibu dibu douchu, ken? Too loon.)

 

Nobody says it is easy teaching a language, especially a language that should be spoken the way it is written. Nobody. I still keep catching myself making mistakes with the ‘third-person pronouns’ she and he when I speak in English. Not that I have to give this excuse, I know,  🙂 but in my mother tongue (Bahasa Malaysia) third-person singular pronouns are not gender-specific. She is dia, he is dia. So unsuperciliously, I keep correcting myself. Appreciatively, too, I keep being corrected by people who care and who have genuine passion for correctness. Though I don’t believe that I can achieve perfect bilingualism, I do have faith that bilingual correctitude exists.

 

Thus, Enida says… 
“Those who have no desire to learn from mistakes should not fake their passion for correctness.”

 

Eh enough already! I really should go straight to bed before the bugs spread.

 

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Laksana Laksa

Adasaperlaparlaksapokrovskyakakka?

 

Akak berterima kasih dan sangat-sangat menghargai komentar yang telah ditinggalkan oleh kawan akak di blog entry Laksa Mana? yang mana komentar beliau tersebut telah menyedarkan akak bahawa sesungguhnya meletak gambar hiasan adalah sangat mengelirukan lagi menyinggung perasaan banyak pihak – terutamanya pihak akak – sekiranya tidak diberi akreditasi dengan sewajarnya.

 

Rakan akak, Ida Chomelmera, juga telah menyedarkan akak bahawa akak sebenarnya tersinggung dengan kerajaan Rusia yang telah menutup pasar Vietnam di Ishmaelova dan Pushkinskaya yang tak berapa nak kaya itu. Kerana penutupan sedemikian kini telah memustahilkan akak daripada mendapatkan bekalan Bunga Kantan dan Daun Kesum!

 

Menyedari akan hakikat ketiadaan Bunga Kantan dan Daun Kesum di bumi Ra Ra Rasputin ini, akak akui gambar yang akak tampalkan bersama entry Laksa Mana? itu adalah gambar harapan perasaan akak je semasa menulis entry tersebut. Tak percaya cubalah Image Google dan taipkan perkataan Laksa. Berlaksa-laksa gambar laksa yang menggiur lagi meliurkan anda akak ada di sana.

 

Sesungguhnya harapan akak untuk meletakkan gambar sebenar Laksa Pokrovsky akak telah hancur sirna kerana suami akak yang menyenduk dan mencedok dinner malam semalam telah mem-BLOB-kan kuah laksa akak dengan tidak cantik nya.  Akak sampai sekarang tak tau apa perkataan BLOB tu kalau diterjemahkan dalam bahasa Kelumpo. Dah tentu tak ada dalam Longman Dictionary 1989 yang akak dapat masa buat TESL dulu.

 

Akan tetapi akak telah mengadakan siaran ulangan malam ni dengan tayangan second round Laksa Pokrovsky leftover dan telah mengambil beberapa foto dengan kamera Cik Canon Konon akak. Dan seiring dengan entry ini, akak sekali lagi berterima kasih kepada kawan akak, Ida Chomelmera, yang juga rakan seperjuangan akak dulu sama-sama menegakkan bahasa Omputeh sebagai bahasa mak-lidah, mak-tekak dan mak-donal. Walaupun akak masih memperjuangkan English Grammar, akak tetap boleh berbahasa mak engkau ni ha.

 

Cakap pasal mak engkau, Laksa Pokrovsky ini sebetulnya akak buat sempena mengenang mak akak yang sangat-sangat sukakan Laksa. Beliau pulang ke pangkuan Ilahi pada hari Rabu, maka akak pun buatkan lah Laksa pada hari Rabu. Mau tak menangis makan Laksa Pokrovsky akak semalam! Sengaja akak kurangkan garam sebab dah tau garam lain akan meleleh masuk.

 

 

Salah satu cara akak memanas dan meracun diri.

 

 

 

Postlude:
Tahukah anda bahawa Daun Kesum juga dikenali sebagai Daun Senehum atau Daun Senohom di beberapa tempat di Malaysia? Jikalau anda tidak percaya, cubalah dengan tidak Senonoh nya anda menyental Daun Kesum yang baru dipetik dan dicarik-carik ke bahagian bawah hidung anda (di antara hidung and bibir anda yang banyak Songeh itu). Aaaaa cuba lah!

 

 

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Laksa Mana?

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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The BS Story

 

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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Loaving You

Be's Banana Loaf

Be baked these two loaves of Banana Bread this morning to use up those frozen ancient bananas we’ve had since, uh… since the last Pharaoh was mummified. Yes, that old! And since there was enough bananas for two loaves, Be made one for Hari Raya and one for today, our 111th monthly anniversary. Mmm… I might not have said much about him, about us and about those other sweet things we have in our relationship… but I love it when he goes bananas on me like this with his baking skills!

 

Double-batch, double loaves.

Other than that, we’re taking it easy today. Kitreena is still coughing and is still on anti-biotics until Tuesday. Be too has started coughing his nasty chesty cough since yesterday. So the morning and mid-day was spent watching An Unfinished Life, a feel-good movie all shot on a ranch in Alberta and British Columbia, around Ashcroft, Kamloops, Burdett and Medicine Hat. Loved the ranch, loved the trees, loved the bear, loved Robert Redford, loved Jennifer Lopez and loved Morgan Freeman.

 

Baked with love. Chewah!

And right now, while writing this, I am watching Juno. Yeah, yeah… totally long overdue but I am glad we are watching it now. Today. Totally loved what the Dad said to Juno: “Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with.” I don’t mind it being the tagline for our 111th monthly anniversary, all right!

 

Double celebration!And while doing dishes this evening, I noticed how I have learned to put the gloves on. It is almost automatic now that my hands would reach for them gloves before touching anything in the sink. For the truth is, I have come to appreciate my only pair of hands and have begun to pamper them as much as I possibly can.  The diamond ring and the wedding band… they probably last longer than my hands. So the rings can stay on my fingers when I do dishes. Or laundry. Or when I shower. Or when I do anything. Or nothing. They stay. Just like I stay banded to The Banana Bread man.

 

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Rice Breaking

Krazy Lazy Pizza

Quickly made this Krazy Lazy Pizza on slices of wholemeal bread for me Monchies’ supper tonight. I was just too lazy to thaw out the boughten pizza crust – let alone making my own crust (even with the help from the breadmaking machine!) Even!

Me Monchies were happy, I was happier.

As for myself, I broke the fast with a breakfast menu: cold cereal. Cold rice milk + my newfound favorite Vitalis roasted muesli mixed with almond and honeyed rice flakes + my all-time favorite plain Fitnesse rice flakes. So I can actually say I had Nasi Tiga Rasa for breaking the fast. And I must actually admit, it was the most satisfying meal I have ever had for berbuka.

Ever!

Glossary for Neil:
nasi= rice
tiga= three
rasa= taste
Nasi Tiga Rasa= a popular fried rice dish with three ‘tastes’ (spicy, sour and salty/savory)
berbuka= breaking fast
krazy lazy= Enida   😉

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