When I was young, it was tea time and Ayah would be home soon. That was when Ibu would nag me into making hot milk tea and some fritters or cekodok. Of any kind. Either out of banana or out of anchovies with some onions. It was so simple but being the rebellious me, I would come to the kitchen, frown on my forehead and stomping as if my tiny feet would be able bring the whole house down - to express my disagreement.
Ibu took no notice at all, passed me the bowl, and a flow of instructions just came pouring out of her mouth - I couldnt object. "Tepung tu kacau...tambah air... agak - agak je semua. Keluar kan kuali...panaskan minyak...tottet tottet." I wondered why my limbs suddenly obey to the instructions when a few seconds ago I was super angry. I knew I was still angry but I just obeyed. In minutes, tea and fritters done. Ayah was home, and us all quietly have our evening snack. With tiny chatters. My family has not really been a loud one anyway.
That was years ago, years. Eversince i went to boarding school, we hardly have those kind of evenings because I am not home to be nagged at by Ibu. Trololol. And today I miss it. I miss cekodok masa petang-petang and teh susu panas. Too bad i was not appreciative enough to remember Ibu's tips for making the best fritters and even until today, my milk tea is never as good as hers. I tried making some today, they were nice enough, but I wish Ibu was here to nag and tottet tottet.
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| Cekodok and sambal cili pedas for snow blanketed evening :) |
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