I mentioned in my previous entry that I went lousang with my blogger family, didn’t I? That was the first lousang of the Rabbit year for me, and I enjoyed it very, very much, because it was stress-free, and everyone seems to be very relaxed that evening.
Everyone dressed down too, and the entire session was very casual. LOL… you see, we’re all with kids, therefore, dressing up to the nines for dinners and whatnot is not really practical, as it’s a well known fact that kids are messy, and it’s best if we’re all frill-free.
And despite of it still being Chinese New Year, at least 4 of the folks who attended the lousang session wore black/grey-ish shirts/clothing.
LMAO. Talk about defying culture! The superstitious elders would probably faint out of shock if they’re to see us wear dark coloured clothing. You see… it’s considered a blasphemy and inauspicious to wear black-ish clothing during Chinese New Year.
Gosh… I must be getting really old. I feel more comfortable with people who are married, with kids rather than single brats who cared so much about dressing up, even for casual events.
Anyway, we ordered ‘Half Portion Yee Sang’
There’s some measly slices of salmon fish along with the yee sang set, waiting to be tossed with the rest of the ingredients.
Just look at the yummylicious ingredients…colourful, isn’t it? This dish signify the hope for a colourful and prosperous year ahead. By the way, can you guess which one is MY hand? LOL.
Tossing the yee sang… The Chinese believes that the higher you toss when you’re mixing the ingredients, the luckier you’ll be throughout the year. And so, we toss as high as we could while wishing a lot of auspicious things out loud.
The aftermath? Let’s just say, it was rather messy… but it was yummy nevertheless. LOL.
Cleffairy: Nothing beats spending time with friends who are more like a family to you.
note: The dish is called ‘yee sang’ while the act of tossing and mixing the ‘yee sang’ ingredients together is known as ‘lou sang’.
I couldn’t help myself when I saw STP’s post on mee jawa the other day, and it sent me down the memory lane, to the time where my late grandma was still alive. Being a nyonya, she was very particular when it comes to food.
She spent most of her time in the kitchen to feed the family. Her day began as early as 6am and ended usually after 10pm. Typical meals in her house would be breakfast, lunch, hi-tea and supper.
On Saturday or Sunday, when her children and grandchildren visit, she would often prepare Mee Jawa for lunch. It’s one of her specialty, and the recipe was passed down to my mum, and later on, to me and all her granddaughters whom she considered old enough to cook;usually, at the age of 7. There were no written recipes though. All of us had to memorize the recipe and the steps by heart.
I was craving Mee Jawa the other day, and so I decided to cook some for my family, but I don’t think it did justice to my grandmother’s recipe, cuz I… *ahem* simplified it.
Ingredients:
1 packet of yellow noodles/spaghetti
200gm shrimps cleaned, de-shelled and grinded
500gm chicken bones
5 shallots, sliced thinly
3 garlic, sliced thinly
5 tablespoon of tomato sauce
3 tablespoon of chilli paste
Some bean-sprout (optional)
Fried beancurd
Vegetable fritters ( you can fry em yourself or get them from your nearest mamak stall)
1 Boiled egg
1 potato boiled/fried
So here’s how I modified my late grandma’s recipe.
Malaysia is a very unique place. And so are their people. I’ll tell you why:
1. This is a country where the innocents are declared guilty until they’re proven innocent.
2. Not many of their politicians are straight.
3. You can sleep on the job and never get sack as long as you’re in a high position.
4. Petrol price can be raised within a few moments notice.
5. Malaysians are very visual kind of people. Bimbos are treated like goddess, and many prefer beauties rather than brains. So yeah… big boobs and pretty face are the in things.
6. Intellectual conversation are usually limited to tea/mamak-ing session. However, most of the people who spoke intelligently are members of NATO. Anyway, that’s good enough. Most Malaysians don’t like to think and prefers to live in denial and have this ‘wait and see’ attitude.
7. Typical Malaysians are usually forgetful. If you’ve done something bad and wanted people to forget about your dirty deeds, all you need to do is just sue, sue and sue. People will start to loose interest in your sins and looks for something else to talk about.
8. Office politics aplenty. You wanna get a raise? Raise up your skirt and unbutton your shirt a lil bit. You ought to be in luck.
9. The parliament is a dwelling of rude, obnoxious people who hurl insult each other and pat their buttocks, and yet, they expect the brats in school to behave.
10. The mainstream newspaper is as good as tabloid. Who needs to pay for porn and gossip mags when there’s Malaysian newspaper?
11. There’s the Malaysia Boleh attitude. Malaysian can do a lot of amazing thing… largest blogger gathering, biggest roti canai, sail around the world…but they can never stay in the office past 5.01pm without incentives. Malaysia Boleh? Yes, Boleh Blah!
12. Mamak and kopitiam is their best friend.
13. There’s many wannabes in Malaysia. The most apparent ones are Westerners wannabes. They dye their hair blond, bleach their skin, and God knows what else. *sigh* Is this what they call the belacan who dreams to be cheese? LOL…
14. A lot of things can be settled through coffees…. or teas… or Starbucks.
15. Most of the people in Malaysia lives to eat, not eat to live.
16. Not many respect the national anthem. Play the national anthem, and you can see most will yak away, though they’re in a place where they can stand in attention. And not many know what the heck is Federal Constitution and all it’s frameworks.
17. The people are full of contradiction. They claim that God is Supreme… and yet…well, you get the picture. Not many are humbled with this fact, and people are still classified through their skin colours.
18. You can actually get sued for enjoying sex. There is no such thing as privacy.
19. Good people are often misunderstood, and the bad ones are usually hailed.
20. Most appear to be polite and gentle. But they are malicious while driving and have extremely impressive vocabs when they’re on the road.
21. Many claimed to be patriotic, but during football season, most would yell ‘Man U!’, ‘Chelsea’, ‘Liverpool!’ and God knows what else.
22. As long as you know how to make ‘roti canai’, you can do business anywhere.
23. Nasi lemak can be eaten all day long.
24. There’s always freedom of speech. But there’s no freedom after speech.
25. ISPs are like God…they can treat us rotten and provide shitty Internet connection, and yet we’ll still be devoted to them regardless.
26. Double standards is everywhere. Teachers are allowed to reveal about their sex life in public, and yet the students are expected to abstain themselves from sex and pornography.
27. Parents are expected to forgive the police if their kids were accidentally shot by mistake.
28. Wild animals are not only confined to zoos…
29. Politicians are at the humblest and the sweetest during elections.
30. Malaysians tend to try to translate every single thing into their language. Oh, help me God!
And last but not least
It’s this…
Malaysians needs to apply license to sell rice, sugar and many other foodstuff.
Cleffairy: Is to be… Malaysian… this laaaannnddd…. so beautiffffffuuulll~
Last week, I went out with my big brother and big sister. It was really fun, and I really enjoyed it. Bought so many things that I like and I was spoiled rotten by big sister to the point I feel as if I could actually bursts with joy.
It’s been quite some time since I allow myself such simple pleasure of being in the company of the people I adore and enjoy being me without having to fear being judged or scorned upon for being somewhat weird and awkward.
With them, I never have to care about how I dressed up and I don’t have to worry that they will laugh at me for liking books more than clothes, because they understand what I like and dislike.
While I’m rather outspoken and rash most of the time, I’m afraid, such trait does not apply to me while looking for something to eat.
Knowing that I’m not so adventurous in this department, big sister brought me to Kanna Curry House somewhere in Petaling Jaya area for me to try these:
Banana leaf rice with condiments
With assorted curries.
Now, this is my first time experiencing an authentic banana leaf rice. It was really a gastronomically pleasant experience. I’ve been living in Malaysia almost all of my life, and yet I never tried such a thing, cuz I somehow thought it’s very scary and spicy.
But to my surprise… having a banana leaf rice meal with big brother and big sister is a fun and exciting experience, and I have to say it’s educational as well. Learned many cultural stuff from it as well.
Being a first timer in eating banana leaf rice…I was really surprised that the rice as well as the vegetables that’s placed on the banana leaf is actually free flow. Yes… you heard me right, it’s free flow. I was told by big brother and big sister that they will add the veggies, condiments as well as the rice for you for free, as much as you like. (Actually you’ve already paid for it.).
I was skeptical at first, as I looked around, I realized that they were telling me the truth as I saw people keep asking for pappadums (some sort of Indian crackers), veggies, dried chillies as well as acars from the mamaks and they just top up for the customers without any qualms at all. I saw papadums flying around too. LMAO.
Anyway, you can also order side dishes such as fried chicken as well as fried seafood, but that, you have to pay extra. I don’t know how much it costs, cuz big brother cleared the bills, much to my embarrassment.
Initially I wanted my husband to clear the bills…but big brother had already had the bills in his hands, and insisted that he pay it. Damn… I should have secretly pay when I went to wash my hands then.*blush* So… yeah… I cannot tell you guys how much the meal costs, cuz I dunno the price. 😛 Big sister won’t tell me how much the meal cost, even when I asked her how much it was. 🙁
Anyway…I walloped my share of the banana leaf rice along with a nice piece of fish and fried chicken that big brother ordered for everyone to share.
I tte everything except for the bean sprouts that’s been placed on my banana leaf, cuz I can’t take bean sprouts. LOL… I dumped the bean sprouts for my husband to eat instead, cuz if I were to eat bean sprouts, that would mean I’ve been asking for troubles. My body cannot tolerate bean sprouts though I like the taste of it. They make my stomach cramp and convulses, even when I take just a little bit of it. I ended up in hospital once when I was a kid, for taking bean sprouts, so yeah… bean sprouts is a deadly no-no stuff for me.
Before I dig into my food, big sister actually asked me if I want to use fork and spoon, but I was rather intrigued by big brother who used his fingers to eat, and so I washed my hands followed suit.
LOL…I find it really fun and exciting to eat rice with my fingers. There’s a certain degree of pleasure in it, and I could have sworn that the rice tasted much nicer when I used my fingers to eat. I recalled my biology class then. My biology teacher mentioned to me before that our hand produces some sort of enzymes, and therefore when we use our fingers to eat our food, the food will taste much better than when we used the cultleries.
Big sister also told me that there’s a way to fold the banana leaf rice after we finish the rice; to tell the mamaks whether we enjoyed the meal or not. But I didn’t know how to do it correctly… lol…I wanted to fold the banana leaf rice to tell the mamak that I enjoyed the meal, but I ended up doing it the wrong way. 🙁 Those poor mamak must have thought that I didn’t enjoy the meal cuz I’ve folded the leaf wrongly. 🙁
Anyway, it was such a pleasure dining with big brother and big sister. Thank you so much for the meal and the experience that I’ll probably remember for the rest of my life. And… it is safe to say that I’ll probably hunt down some curry house on my own for more banana leaf rice meals. LOL…
Cleffairy: Simple pleasure such as this, sometimes is the biggest joy.
Here’s wishing all Over A Cuppa Readers a happy Chinese New Year and happy holidays. I will be away for the holiday and there will be no serious publication while I’m away. There’s a few scheduled entries to keep you entertained, but it won’t be my usual rantings. I hope all of you over here enjoy your holiday with your loved ones. Be safe this new year, and have a safe journey for those who are traveling or vacationing.
Cleffairy: Say goodbye to the rats, people. Let’s hope for no more mess and a steady year ahead.
Here’s wishing all Over A Cuppa Readers a happy Chinese New Year and happy holidays. I will be away for the holiday and there will be no serious publication while I’m away. There’s a few scheduled entries to keep you entertained, but it won’t be my usual rantings. I hope all of you over here enjoy your holiday with your loved ones. Be safe this new year, and have a safe journey for those who are traveling or vacationing.
Cleffairy: Say goodbye to the rats, people. Let’s hope for no more mess and a steady year ahead.
Here’s wishing all Over A Cuppa Readers a happy Chinese New Year and happy holidays. I will be away for the holiday and there will be no serious publication while I’m away. There’s a few scheduled entries to keep you entertained, but it won’t be my usual rantings. I hope all of you over here enjoy your holiday with your loved ones. Be safe this new year, and have a safe journey for those who are traveling or vacationing.
Cleffairy: Say goodbye to the rats, people. Let’s hope for no more mess and a steady year ahead.
Here’s wishing all Over A Cuppa Readers a happy Chinese New Year and happy holidays. I will be away for the holiday and there will be no serious publication while I’m away. There’s a few scheduled entries to keep you entertained, but it won’t be my usual rantings. I hope all of you over here enjoy your holiday with your loved ones. Be safe this new year, and have a safe journey for those who are traveling or vacationing.
Cleffairy: Say goodbye to the rats, people. Let’s hope for no more mess and a steady year ahead.
I’m seriously considering to stop taking breakfast at the regular cafe that I patronized almost every morning before I go to work, as I could not stop myself from observing my surrounding and feels bad about certain things that I see. I’ve lost track of how many articles that was inspired during my breakfast session. The previous one was about an old lady who had been sent away to live in an old folks homes. And today, again, I saw things that displease me.
I was starting to get irritated when my usual cuppa tea and half boil eggs with toasts came rather late, but instead of getting up to remind the waitress who took my order to get me my breakfast, my attention was diverted to another table nearby that’s occupied by four individuals. An elderly woman, a young man and his wife as well as their baby-age probably less than three month, as the baby still haven’t start teething yet.
So a family of four was having breakfast. Nothing wrong with the picture to me, until the baby let out a very loud wail, and instantly, the mother of the child allowed the baby to be snatched away from her arms to be cradled by the grandmother, who seems anxious about the grandchild, cooing to the baby all the way until the child’s wail were subsided into muffled sobs.
I heard the old lady spoke in Cantonese, chiding to her son in law and daughter, saying that she have been right in insisting that she took care of the baby, seeing how clueless the parents are in childcare. I was immediately aghast with her words. For a moment, I wondered if I heard correctly. Apparently, my ears did not fail me. I did heard correctly. The elder woman did say that the parents of the child are not good parents, and is not qualified to take care of their own baby. Okay, fine, that’s none of my business. But as I watched a while longer over my almost forgotten breakfast, I noticed another thing, which is the parents hardly give any attention at all to the baby, as if they do not care of the baby’s cries for attention or needs. They simply allowed the grandmother to handle everything and made no attempt to interfere at all.
Then after a moment, the parents stood up, bidding the elderly woman goodbye and tell her that they will come to visit her and their baby in a week or two, and to pick the baby for an immunization to be done in Johore. Apparently, the couple is living in Johore and had somehow left their child to live with the grandmother. Even at the mention of immunization, the elder woman was rather reluctant to allow the parents to bring her grandchild away from her. So she had insisted that they bring her along. The couple agreed instantly and rushed away, not even kissing or hugging their baby goodbye. The child remained in the grandmother’s protective clutches.
A question came to my mind. Is this the right thing to do? To allow your parents to raise your child for you in your hometown while you go and work elsewhere, and only see your child one week once or fortnightly once? Is it a trend that I am missing that young parents with career these days do not get involve much in bringing up their children?
All the dirty job was left to either the grandparents, nanny, babysitters or even child day care and nurseries. Majority of working parents opt the easy way out of the parenting job by handing it over to others. They do not get involve with the feeding, what more changing diapers or teaching their children proper manners and etiquette. The parents definitely missed out the time the child’s first tooth started to grow, the first words, the first crawl or even first few steps taken by the child while learning to walk. The parents would missed all of the beautiful things that happened during their child’s growing up process.
I had known that somehow it’s been a norm in some families to let the grandparents raise the young ones, but I definitely had not known that they played very little part in their children’s upbringing- most only contributed money to the ones who are taking care of their child where their child’s well being is concern. So is parenting these days is about sending your child to your parents or your in laws to be taken care of, and you only contributed money so that your child will be fed and well clothed?
Who is the real parents here, you or your parents? I could not understand modern women these days, they wanted to become mother, willing to let the stomach be bloated like some hot air balloon and go through labor pain but not willing to take care or involved much in raising their own child. Hell some mothers do not even know how to take care of their children properly and spoil their children like hell when they finally take their children to live with them again, probably at the age of five or six, where all the awkward times during childhood had passed. Disciplining the child is definitely out of question.
Again, my question here is, why bother giving birth to your child just to satisfy your own maternal need and to stop your biological clock from tick-tocking and drives you insane? Why bother, when all you did after the child’s birth, you parceled your child away to be taken care by your old folks and you only see your kid once in a while? Don’t give me the bullshits about being too busy with work. You ought to know when you decided to have a baby that the responsibility of raising a child is huge and sacrifices in time and career is required of you. So why send your child away to be taken care of? Even animals are more involved in raising their young than modern people these days.
Call me old fashion, but I come from a family where my father and mother took care of me themselves since I was a wailing infant to this very day, though I’m all grown up, married and all. There’s not a day in my parent’s life that they left me to be taken care by both of my grandparents, maternal and paternal alike. My own grandparents are strictly grandparents, how they should be, where my parents would bring me to visit them once in a while so that my grandparents would dote one me and then they would bring me back with them and raise me with their very bare hands. I definitely do not mistake my grandmother for being my mother when I was younger like children these days do.
And yes, before you ask me about my childhood, my father did clean up my poop and I even pee on his head while he’s sleeping him when I was a baby(this is one bloody story my dad would tell people over and over again when he talked about raising children to this very damn day, pretty embarrassing for me)- he even bathe me when I was barely three days old, I have loads of my naked pictures to prove that. Squealing and wriggling in my father arms while he bathe me while my mother looked on very anxiously. And yes, my mother did get her fair share of my tantrums when I refused to eat vegetable that she sneaked in my porridge. My parents did not allow my grandparents to even interferre in my upbringing, and I was their firstborn, no less. They had no experience in handling babies whatsoever when they had me, and yet, they do not throw me to my grandparents to be taken care of like modern parents these days.
I doubt most of modern parents these days share the same experience as my parents. They are barely parents, to even begin with. More like an ATM machine rather than parents, I must say.
Cleffairy: As parents, do play important role in your children’s upbringing as parents. Please do not just be an ATM machine to them.