Tuesday, September 27, 2011

SIBLINGS 77: THORNS AMONG ROSES



Smiling away after consuming the sumptuous foods that has been prepared by them for themselves @ sendiri bikin sendiri sedap




Three thorns among the roses





Clock sifu, Mr. Perumal concurs with Munirah's clock collection




The last to arrive, the last to depart



The ladies with their proper dining etiquette under the watchful eyes of Miss Somchit



The ladies eating away leisurely when Miss Somchit finally joined their table



Bidding farewell to the senior host with the high expectation of being invited again



Bidding farewell among themselves



The stern assistant monitor, Noriah pleading with her friends not to take home the foods. Noriah's motto of the day " You can consume as much as you like within the four walls but you cannot consume not even a drop of Miss Somchit's laicikang beyond the four walls of Munirah's house. "
Every body abides by the rule of the day





Every body taking back their empty food containers



Farewell to Munirah and her beloved mother

On Saturday, 17 September 2011, Zam again asked me to accompany her to her classmates' another do or rather post Aidilfitri's gathering at Munirah's house in Sukan Menanti, Pantai Johor. After assuring me that she has obtained the permission from their gathering's monitor, I obligingly agreed to accompany her.


I did not register any regret of accompanying Zam because all the foods on the table were very tasty indeed. All the foods were prepared by the ladies themselves and they brought along the best foods that they has prepared. If the foods were available during the Ramadan Bazaar, I strongly believe that the foods would surely vanish by the blink of your eyes.


I could not identify the foods in details but I knew that Rahmah has prepared clasped glutinous rice (pulut dakap) and stirred glutinous rice (pulut kacau), Zawiah with her beef rice (nasi daging), Miss Somchit with her famous laicikang. Mrs. Guat Tam also brought along a punch bowl which I could not notice any sign of food in it. Pak Haji, the master chef only brought only her empty stomach because she was busy with her neighbour's feast. . Apart from that, I saw three types of fried meehoon laid on the table beside an assortments of mouth watering traditional cakes and cookies.


Last but not least, the last person to arrive was Norpah who brought along her own cooked casting net bread (roti jala). The monitor commented that Norpah was late because she has got to cast her casting net (jala) at various parts of the Kedah River to get her casting net bread before coming to Suka Menanti. After tasting her casting net bread, I strongly believe that she did not has to cast her casting net because own cooked casting net bread (roti jala) was also par excellence with any famous fisherman chef .


Apart from enjoying the tasty foods, I was rather fortunate to have the company of another four thorns among the prickly roses. Their presence together with the pleasantness of the hosts really portrayed the true meaning of Suka Menanti. With that number of thorns around, it would be impossible for the roses to prick us as they wish..

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