A Bowl Of Friendship & Lifetime Of Memories

Have you ever ate something and you suddenly feel as though you were transported to another place and time? This happened to me when I had this. (Please don’t drool on your keyboard!)

At the first taste, I was instantaneously transported back to my Primary School tuckshop (canteen as it was called back in the 70’s). The gravy tasted so much like the Curry Mee we loved in those days. Our canteen Curry Mee didn’t have all the beancurd sheets, taupok (beancurd puff) and long beans but just some noodles, maybe 2 fishballs and fishcake. But it was the curry gravy that got all of us hooked to it. Those of us who like it spicier would add in spoonfuls of watery chilli sauce that was available for us to ladle onto our noodles.

Our little spot of happiness during Primary School was in the form of 30sen Curry Mee and 10sen Nasi Lemak. Life was so much simpler than. We were just contented with these humble food and playing with our little friends during recess. And it is these little friends who have taught me the value and meaning of friendship.

Am glad that this bowl of Curry Mee made me think of them and our friendship that has endured many years, across many seas and countless dramas. 🙂

Cheers to friends of the past, present and future!

P/S: To my primary schoolmates, I wish you guys can try this. Seriously tastes like Canteen Auntie’s Curry Mee.

 

Of Bentong Aunties & Rotis

Can you spot the t-shirt and undies stall at the corner below?

So, this morning, after dropping the sons off at school, I thought that it would be fun to try to become a Bentong auntie and walk around the morning market as it did look interesting when I passed it the last few times.

The market was pretty busy when I arrived. Numerous food stalls lined the street I was walking along. A flower stall caught my eye and made a mental note to stop on my way back. (Love, loveee flowers!!) The first stall I stopped by was crowded with ladies grabbing t-shirts and undies(!!). Have forgotten what the buying frenzy at the morning market is like. Quite fun to watch actually. You have seasoned aunties haggling like pros and the odd uncle who looks rather lost in the midst of excited ladies. 

Pardon, the rather blurry photo. Not any filter effects but the lack of Kopi-O and low sugar levels. 😛

There is a nice variety of food stalls for brekkie to cater to different taste buds – Nasi Lemak, Malay Kuih, Chee Cheong Fun, dumplings, economy fried noodles and other usual brekkie staples. But.…the thing that caught me attention was the Roti Canai stall. It was a simple stall for takeaways only manned by 2 friendly fellas, one expertly tossing and flipping Rotis in the large flat skillet and one handling orders, wrapping the hot-off-the-skillet Rotis with Dhall Curry or Sambal Sardin. It was the aroma wafting from the hot skillet that drew me to this stall, as if hypnotised. Heheh…

Do you know what the Rotis are tossed about and made into this? The Abang (Older brother in Malay) at the stall told me that it will make the roti softer.
I wish you could smell the lovely Rotis! Heavenly!

As I stood there waiting for my order, I overheard the loud friendly banter of two older uncles complaining about parking summons. I was reminded of how friendly and warm the people in smaller towns are. Something I grew up with but is sorely missing in larger cities where I used to live all my adult life. People are more courteous and helpful over here and there were many times when cars would just stop and let me and my kids cross the road.

Yeah…. I can get used to this. 🙂