Ladies and Gentlemen, one thing about studying abroad is, you'd never have the same quality food that you usually get back home. It's an ugly thing really, especially when you have that one particular urge for a hot steaming cup of 'teh tarik' or maybe that one plate of savory stir-fried 'char kuey teow' late at night. Me personally, I miss my mum's chicken porridge on my sick days and her 'mee hailam' for dinner. Oh my.... =P (Sorrylah kengkawan kat german. Aku pun terliur jugak)
I don't need to tell most of you that I love food. I really do. =P I believe that, the measure of food-loving is proportional to the size of a man's belly. All I can say is that, in life there's three things I apprciate most, women, gadgets and good food. Although there is a saying too much of a good thing is bad, most of us will never turn down good food for anything. This is especially true for us men or there wouldn't be another saying that goes, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Just look at the brilliant marriages out there as a proof. Most of the happily married men, as usually seen, have a great smile carved on their faces and a hefty round gut hanging out of the pants. =P
Another thing about food and relationship which I would love to mention here, know it or not, guys actually do get turned on when a woman enjoys her food. Not saying that we don't appreciate your effort to keep that gorgeous glass-hour shape on you, but enjoying your food makes us men feel more comfortable and more open to express our true selves.
Now that I've mentioned about food and relationships, why not I tell all of you about the few memorable incidents that I've had with food along my life. The first happened when I was about 7 or 8 years old, I can't really remember but this incident has been mentioned often enough for it to stick in my mind. Even as a child, I knew the secret of good food, and I can't never get enough of it. My neighbours, uncle Din and auntie Nor, was quite close to my family and ocassionally, we were invited to their house for lunches and 'kenduri'. Auntie Nor's specialty is and always has been this superbly delicious specially cooked Spaghetti. It wasn't really a Bolognese though it has most of its ingredients and so my mom just refers to it as auntie Nor's spaghetti. Later I found out, the special ingredient that makes the sauce so special was actually a wonderful mixture of soy sauce and corn flour. Even here in Germany, I ocassionally surprise myself with auntie Nor's special spaghetti and trust me it's yummy. =P
Anyway, back to the story, I was still in my primary years as mentioned before, and uncle Din and auntie Nor invited our family to a small gathering at their house. Lucky me, auntie Nor served us her specialty and as we were in line to claim the delicious treat, my mom placed a small portion of spaghetti on my plate. I asked for more but my mom insisted that I should just eat whats on the plate first and come for a second serving later. I threw a tantrum and asked her for more. As I was rapidly denied from my craving, I ran to the kitchen and burst into tears. I still remember auntie Nor approaching me asking what was wrong and if someone had bullied me. She asked her son, who was quite close to me and my brother, if I was restricted entry to join him and his friends, whom were playing dart inside the room and of course he said no. I kept on crying until my mom came to the kitchen and explained the whole incident to auntie Nor. I remember piping down, when a bigger portion of the incredible golden thread smothered with those brown Bolognese gravy smothered onto it, was served to me. Nowdays, I can only imagine the humiliation I cause onto my mother, even more for me. But trust me when I say, it was worth every slurp.... =P
There's more stories too share so let me just end this entry with till next time. =P Happy munchin...
Cheerios
Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan
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