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Happy Monday

Today is Monday.
For some people, they usually say “I hate Monday” as they have to rush to get back to work (again!).
Thank God, I don’t have that syndrome.
My Monday usually means wake up early as usual just to say my grace for a chance that I could fall asleep again without have to get up, get ready and go to work.
Nice simple life.

Today is Monday.
I’m thankful for a happy Monday.
I was be able to make a friend happy.
We celebrated her belated birthday with Indonesian dishes as she loves hot and spicy food at our place today. Most of all, she loves to indulge her taste buds with different kind of food. And this time, Indonesian food.
So, I cooked hot spicy Indonesian dishes for her.
One of the dishes that I made was this:

Indonesian spicy shrimp and potato

She ate with all her heart contents. She even had her second and thrice. She kept saying how tasty the dishes were. I packed some left-over for her to share with one of her daughters who loves spicy food too. That concluded my triumph as a self-proclaimed chef for the day.

What a happy Monday!

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Comfort Food

When I walk into my kitchen today, I am not alone. Whether we know it or not, none of us is. We bring fathers and mothers and kitchen tables, and every meal we have ever eaten. Food is never just food. It’s also a way of getting at something else: who we are, who we have been, and who we want to be.

Molly Wizenberg
A Homemade Life: Stories and Recipes from My Kitchen Table, 2009

Oooh… I agreed totally with Ms. Wizenberg!

Being away from my homeland and big family then added with the crazy Canadian long winter, most of the time I seek a comfort on the food. The delicious ones that have enriched my taste buds as I grew up. The food that could bring back the warmth feeling of being so much loved by both of my grandmothers also my mother. The food that I used to have as part of my social life with friends in many local restaurants or various street hawkers.

However, the only problem I always encounter since I have been living in this neck of wood is the limited choice of ingredients. The positive part of this limitation? I became creative in creating my own style of comfort food.

In every bite, with each scoop of my comfort food, I feel the presence of my loved ones.

In every bite, with each scoop of my comfort food, I realize how proud I am to be an Indonesian.

Rujak Cuke (Green Papaya Salad ala Balinese)


Laksa (Spicy Coconut Rice Noodles)

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