I used to watch them spin their alchemy in the kitchen as a child. Ah Lan, Vahli, Mum, Aunty Ruth & Granny were probably the most pivotal women in my young life… at least where the culinary arts were concerned. My earliest perch was outside…. like a peeping tom I watched their figures spinning their magic through the open door of the kitchen. Sometimes their actions mysterious as they disappeared from sight. Then they would …
Last night on Facebook a friend posted THIS ARTICLE… which I proceeded to share. Of course, I read it before I shared (too many don’t do that)… salivating like Pavlov’s canine and sobbing softly the entire time I was reading it. (Mercifully they didn’t post pictures for every dish listed.) I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… if you come from Malaysia you have severe food addiction… whether you choose to admit it …
… when I would say that the common greeting back in Malaysia is not “How are you?” but “Have you eaten yet?”… here is evidence (at about 5:20) from the TODAY Show. Visit msnbc.com for breaking news, world news, and news about the economy Yeah, we live to eat. Here are more videos on this page.
That is the group I started on Facebook yesterday. The intent is to share recipes and remedies from plants, fruits, etc that are readily available around us. I freely admit that part of the inspiration was based on recently watching James Wong’s BBC series “Grow Your Own Drugs”. I like his approach simply because as an ethnobotanist he puts the science into what is often referred to as “an old wives tale”. BTW some episodes …
I may becoming one of those. I never really thought about it until recently. Over the last couple of weeks (until about 3 days ago) I have been eating out. It is probably the longest continuous stretch for the past 2 years. The food was mostly good but there was just something missing. Perhaps what is espoused in the book and film “Like Water For Chocolate” is true… unless it is cooked with love it …
… occurred when I read THIS POST today. I’ve been surfing the “internets” looking at recipes in consideration of what to serve on Friday for Mum’s 40th day when I came across that post. It so brought me back. I didn’t live too far from the Queen’s Hotel. In fact, I used to go there a lot to get the Sup Kambing (Goat Soup). But suddenly a thought flashed across my mind (as it is …
because the vege-beds were ready and planted by Saturday. Here is a little pictorial tour. First, the view I get from my office door. Next… the “front bed” featuring… (top-left to right) thai basil and cilantro… (center-top to bottom) eight-ball squash and papaya-pear summer squash. Yeah, thought I’d try something different this year. The middle bed (left of pic-top to bottom)… tomato galore featuring stripe, celebrity and early girl. Back bed (clockwise from top left) …
… go out tonight to do the St. Paddy’s thing. Wasn’t feeling very Irish… or at least imbibing like one tonight. I’m confident that many will be kissing the Blarney… or at least bending over one before the night is through. Added to that was the cloud of allergies hanging over me as well as the fact I was just plain tired. I was even invited out but declined. Someone commented that these are signs …
I had a hankering last night… a gnawing need that kept me up. Even though I was on the platform about to embark on the dreamland express the thought of some hot freshly fried goodies was bouncing in my brain. I tossed. I turned. I attempted seducing myself with the bliss of sleep. Still the pull was strong. I finally gave in. Unfolded the blanket away from me which was now at just the perfect …
