31 August 2010

merdeka/back to basics

in celebration of Malaysia's 53rd birthday, i've decided to dedicate my meals today to my motherland - Malaysia. today, my meals reflect the collections of my childhood memory, based on my gastronomic experience. it is also a manisfestation of the staple meals in Malaysia, the iconic homemade dishes that play a significant role in the construction of Malaysia's cultural identity.


b: the humble roti canai with sugar
made for the bf - replacing sugar with mutton curry


roti canai 印度飞饼  

roti canai for breakfast brings back a lot of memories for me. it is one of the cheapest yet satisfyingly filling meal you can get in Malaysia. back in the good old days, a fluffy piece of roti canai and dahl or curry only costs RM 1. when i was around 4 and when dad used to work odd hours, we would always have roti canai with milo at a local mamak before sending bro off to school. bro was skinny back then, and i was the chubby sister who often ate a bit of his share. not very long after, when dad lost his job, together with his best friend, roti canai became our usual breakfast because it was the only thing we could afford. years passed, and things got rosier, but roti canai, the most humble, basic ones you can find at any mamak, remained unchanged. it became my no-go zone during my extreme dieting days but once a while, it does fall back unto my plate, especially during those post-morning exercise with mum. it blows the exercise, but it is always well worth the effort. 

and now, miles away from home, it has landed on my plate again. and like always, it never fails to satisfy. though this pre-made ones can never beat the fresh ones back home, it did the job. i also made mutton curry the night before for the boyfriend. i like mine with sugar best. 

for me, seeing my mainland Chinese boyfriend licking off his plate of roti happily before going to work, just like millions of Malaysians do back home, was the best thing about this meal. 'that's a piece of my childhood you're eating,' i said to myself. 


mid morning snack: strawberries and kiwi

l: fishball soup noodle 鱼丸米粉汤
the highlight of the dish for me was the onion oil ala mum's style. but back home she uses shallots, which is expensive here. the fragrance of the roasted shallots would lift the flavour of any soup


Fishball Soup Noodle 鱼丸米粉汤

fishball noodle soup or fishball soup noodle are two very similar but different things. because, a. there is a type of noodle made out of fish paste and could easily be passed off as fishball noodle b. where you put those words shows which ingredient you favour more, hence, for me it is the FISHBALL.

growing up, i was never one of the privileged few who had a doting stay-at-home mum (mine was doting, but she never could just stay at home) or a 'Kakak' (the loving name we used to call our domestic helpers some still regard to as maid) to serve hot lunch after a day of school. i often came home to an empty house, with only a tail-wagging dog to greet me. lunch was at one time, catered (yes, from catering services that usually bears the name 'Mom's this and that' or 'Homemade' but tastes nothing like the two), pre-cooked (all i needed to do was hit the REHEAT button on the microwave oven), leftovers (this is a gamble, if i loved the dinner before, i'll be a happy child, if not...come to think of it, there was nothing i didn't like)  or good ol' Maggie (instant noodles).

so, i used to look forward to Saturday afternoons  because it was the only time of the week, that i get to eat something piping hot, served in a bowl, in the presence of a stay-at-home mum. yes, it was usually bought from the market, but the mother's presence and the unusually noisy house makes all the difference. not that the noodle soup was bad, in fact, it was and is very very good, and cheap. some good things come cheap.

d: nasi lemak at Old Town Kopitiam, Melbourne...had half because i'm not a very big fan of nasi lemak to begin with

frothy kopi peng...modified to suit locals obviously

Nasi Lemak 椰浆饭

Nasi Lemak is probably the first thing that comes to mind when one mentions Malaysian food. i am however, not a huge fan but patriotism surely reels you in towards this dish, because you would never miss this one in an 'authentic' malaysian restaurant. i shall say no more.

30 August 2010

back to routine

b: rolled oats done in a rush
l: leftover shirataki and broccoli, egg with seaweed and mandarin
dessert: organic natural yoghurt & spoonful of Sanitarium cereals
d: bokchoy on a bed of leftover omelet, grilled tofu and more bokchoy

double movie weekend

on friday night...

Ice Kacang Puppy Love
I was actually quite impressed with Ah Niu's directorial debut. Cliched storyline aside, the filmatography was impressive. The director's play with vibrant scenes and backdrops was notable, and it managed to bring the tropic's countryside to life, which is usually featured in drab in other films. I think the actors, apart from
already established Malaysian actress Sinje Lee, did a thumbs up performance that allows them to be distinguished as actors from their singer/songwriter persona. If this was meant to be a 'revival' for Malaysia's Chinese Film Industry (though i'd argue that it is a revival for Malaysian Film Industry, period, especially after the passing of Yasmin Ahmad), Ah Niu certainly nailed it. If this is where MFI is heading to, i'll put my two cents on it and rejoice and await for the bigger and better to come. Now, who says Malaysia Tak Boleh?

Taipei Exchanges...i slept 10 minutes into it, but it's just me after a day of working i reckon
Deprtures. Watched this with the bf last night. Enough has been said about this film. I am probably the latest to watch it.

ku pulang

my reasons for not being able to blog: exam chaos, shocking assignment marks, girls night in dinner, and an incommunicado weekend. they are all very legitimate.

friday night with ana was fun! theme of the night was japanese...and we watched two movies (well, i fell asleep just 10 minutes into the second one...sorry ana!). it's been a while since we had a girls night in, hopefully we'll be able to when xiuster is here. if we get to pry her away from her family....

all photography by ana.s, 2010

my gomae (white sesame) dressing
i bought this mortar from a richmond asian mart
the complete bento...the eggplant didn't quite work though...=(
mmm...Freddo's matcha gelato! jun...i really wish u can try this, it feels like silk on ur tongue...
one thing i learnt from this dinner is that i can be a perfectionist when i want to, for example, i purposely went to Woolies after work just to get a bag of mint and a biscuit roll to garnish this dessert. and i bought an extra miso bowl and tray too. unfortunately, i can cater for two at the moment because boy, is it expensive.  and i am obessed with dishwares at the moment...

you probably can tell which book is mine ...
and so the movie night begin...

24 August 2010

forgotten how to study

b: egg and lettuce on poppy seed roll, bonsoy...i love cracked pepper!
...and a mandarin

lunch: spicy shirataki, vege and fish cake ala Korean, long beans with gommae dressing and kimchi
i love shirataki, or konnyaku...shove diet pills aside, loaded with water and fibre and only 10 calories per block,this is one miracle food...the only miracle is knowing when to stop...

dessert: 1/4 rockmelon
i had two biscuits late afternoon so i think i had a light dinner...whatever that means.

early d: yoplait no fat yogurt, grilled tofu glazed with leftover gommae dressing

 .... light enough?

and i have a short answer test tomorrow for Journalism Ethics and Regulations. I haven't had an exam to sit for in 3 years... i have forgotten how to prepare for an exam, help!

23 August 2010

mama


mum and i talked on the phone for about an hour last night. then my battery died, so we had to continue our conversation this afternoon after class.

since her early retirement, she had been busy occupying herself with the luxuries of a housewife she, for the past 25 years of her life, has never been. and by mum's standard of luxury, it's not the usual 'tai tai' retreats at hair salons, nail parlour or Balinese spas. for her, it's the luxury of watching her orchids budding day by day, or see butterflies dance in pairs in our garden, and most of all, taking her sisters to Fujian, where their ancestral home lies, investing in her brother's bird nests farm... 

over the phone and seas apart, she would divulge her recent activities in me, her only daughter. yet each time i sense the faintest sound of dejectedness, a slight melancholy thinly veiled under her somewhat pretentious cheerfulness. like a lover who is still licking the wounds of an ugly heartbreak, still reeling over from the loss of a four-year relationships, one that almost ended in matrimony and kinship. she busies herself with the breakaways of the 'What-Used-To-Be's, and feeling the need to prove that 'she is ok' when in fact, the presence of a friend, of a bond that used to fill up such a huge space in her life is indeed, void. 

and neither she nor anyone else but the prosecutor of the twofold punishment knows why. perhaps loyalty, friendship and trust get lost in translation amidst pride, anger and defeat. perhaps people do change, or perhaps they don't. perhaps they are unwilling to compromise nor accept defeat. perhaps people only show their true colours till the very end, when times are bad, or when things go wrong; or worst still, perhaps they have never showed their true colour, and those happy times were the spent with a hidden agenda.

and perhaps it's a combination of all the above, that resulted in the sudden change of attitude towards my mum - who was only as loyal and faithful as can be. snip, snip, snip...like the puppeteer who decides to stop playing with his once favoured puppet, he severes all ties with my mum.

as i listen the narratives of this bittersweet ending of a strong employer-employee relationship, one that, during its high times, stretched beyond the capacity of working colleagues. she was his hands on toes assistant, his friend, his confidante, his sister - i can't help but feel a withered pang in my heart for my mum. and only because this is not the first time it has happened - her loyalty to her friends often betray her. her good intentions would suffer the blows of their misguided anger and misunderstandings. 

years ago, she lost her oldest friend, her best friend, whom she went all the way to help by taking that friend's daughter in and mothered her. that friend of hers had to go to the United States to seek a job ensuing her husband's bankruptcy, and my mother stepped in to take care of her daughter, putting her own relationship with her rebellious son at risk. my brother was a naive teenager then, who failed to see the goodness of our mother's heart. he would attest his disagreement with this arrangement by rebelling against my mum. to cut the story short, this aunty heard and chose to believe lies told by her elder daughter, who alleged that my mum was mistreating her sister...all i can recollect from the day that that daughter left, was my mum, weeping over the phone, asking over and over again, 'why Angeline, why why why won't you believe me...'.

i often wondered if those questions got drowned in the waves of the pacific ocean...or if they found their way to the land of dreams...

as the sun set, mum and I breathed a deep sigh of helplessness. not knowing how else to console her, i said, 'well mum, at least from this we know only your family would be the one to stick by you in the end, through the good and bad...'

'that is true,' mum said, chuckling nervously, 'that is true Cryst...'