Archive for May, 2007

Fruits & Veggie Pasta Salad

May 26, 2007

Whenever I’m lazy, I will just prepare pasta salad as lunch or dinner. First, I’ll just grab whatever fresh fruits and vegetables from the fridge. Most of the time, I have pear, green apple, kiwi, small red cherry tomato, white oyster mushroom, broccoli, and capsicum.

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Preparation:

Cook tricolor pasta according to directions on package. Drain and cool. While pasta is cooking, chop vegetables and put into a large bowl. Get the broccoli, capsicum & white oyster mushroom boiled in hot water.


Add cooled pasta. Stir in salad dressing.


My favourite salad dressing will be Thousand Island Sauce. 😛

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A Touching Story

May 16, 2007
I got this story from a forwarded email...

I was born in a secluded village of a mountain. Day by day my parents ploughed
the yellow dry soil with their backs facing the sky.

I have a younger brother, 3 years younger than me. Once, to buy a handkerchief
which all girls around me seemed to have, I stole 50 cents from my father's
drawer. Father known about it right away.

He made my younger brother and me kneeled against the wall, with a bamboo
stick in his hand.

"Who stole the money?" he asked.

I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Father didn't hear any of us admit, so he said,
"Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"

He lifted up the bamboo stick.

Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and said," Dad, I was the
one who did it!"

The long stick smacked on my brother's back repeatedly.

Father was so angry that he kept on whipped my brother until he lost his breath.

After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother, "You have
learn to steal from your own house now, what other embarrassing things
you will do in the future?? You should be beaten to death! You shameless thief!"

That night, mother and I hugged my brother. His body full of injuries, but he
didn't shed a single tear.

In the middle of the night, all of sudden I cried out loudly.

My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, "Sis, now don't cry
anymore. Everything has happened."

I still hate myself for didn't have enough courage to admit what I had done.

Years gone by, but the incident still looked like it just happened yesterday.

I will never forget my brother's expression when he protected me.

That year, my brother was 8 years old; I was 11 years old.

When my brother was in his last year of his lower secondary school, he was
accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was
accepted into a province's university.

That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet.

I could hear him said, "Both our children have good results? very good results?"

Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is the use? How can we possibly
finance both of them?"

At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and said, "Dad,
I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough books."

Father swung his hand and slapped brother on his face.

"Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for
money on the streets, I will send you two to school until you both finish your
study!"

And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money.

I stuck out my hand as soft as I can to my brother's swollen face, and said,
"A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not be able to leave this depths
of poverty."

Me, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study to university.

Who knows on the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with a few
pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to the side of my
bed and left a note on my pillow;

"Sis, get into an university is not easy. I will go find a job and send money
to you."

I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my voice.

That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With the money
father borrowed from the whole village, and money my brother earned from
carrying cement on his back at construction site,finally, I managed to get to
the third year of my study in the university.

One day, I was studying in my room, when my roommate came in and told me,
"There's a villager wait for you outside!"

Why is there a villager looking for me? I walked out, and saw my brother from
afar, His whole body is dirty, covered by dust, cement and sands. I asked him,
"Why don't you tell my roommate that you are my brother?"

He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they think if they
know that I am your brother? Don't they laugh at you?"

I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dusts from my brother's
body. And said with a lump in my throat, " I don't care of what people say!
You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?"

From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He wore it on me, and said,
"I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you should also have one."

I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms and
cried and cried.

That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old.

The first time I brought my boyfriend home, the broken window had been
repaired.And it looked so clean inside the house.

After, my boyfriend went home, I danced like a small girl in front of my
mother, "Mom, you don't have to spend so many time cleaning the house!"
But she said with a smile," It was your brother who went home early to clean
the house. Didn't you see the wound on his hand? He was injured while
replacing the window." I went into my brother's small bedroom. Looking at
his thin face, I felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart.

I put some ointment on his wound and bandaged it, "Does it hurt?" I asked him.

"No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when I was working in the construction site,
stones falling on my feet all the time. Even that could not stop me from working
and?"

In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on him and tears
rolling down my face.

That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old.

After I got married, I lived in the city. Lots of time my husband invited my
parents to come and live with us, but they didn't want.

They said, once they left the village,they didn't know what to do.

My brother also didn't agree, he said, "Sis, you just taking care of your parents-in-law.
I will take care of mom and dad here."

My husband became the director of his factory. We wanted my brother to get the
job as the manager in the department of maintenance. But my brother rejected the
offer. He insisted on starting to work as a reparation worker.

One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he got
electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital.

My husband and I visited him. Looked at the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled,
"Why did you reject to be a manager? Manager will not do something dangerous
like this. Look at you now, such a serious injury. Why you didn't want to listen
to us?"

With a serious expression on his face, he defended on his decision, "Think of
brother-in-law? He just became the director, and I almost uneducated. If I became
the manager, what kind of rumours will fly around?"

My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack in
education also because of me!" "Why talking about the past?" My brother held
my hand.

That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old.

My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer girl from the village.
In his wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one
you respect and love the most?"

Without thinking, he answered," My sister." He continued by telling a story I
could not even remember.

"When I was in primary school, the school was in different village.Everyday,
my sister and I walked for 2 hours to go school and go home. One day, I lost
one of my pair of gloves. My sister gave me one of hers. She only wore one
glove and walked for so far. When we got home, her hand was so trembled
because of the weather that was so cold that she could not even hold her
chopsticks. From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care
of my sister and be good to her."

Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attentions to me.

Words were so hard to come out from my mouth, "In my whole life, the one I
would like to thank the most is my brother," And in this happy occasion,in front
of the crowd, tears rolling down my face again.

Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life. You may think
what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot.

Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire you in any way! 

Beach Street Nasi Lemak

May 15, 2007

For all Penangites! If you are a nasi lemak fan who wants more than a miserly portion of nasi lemak with only two three small dried anchovies (ikan bilis), then you should try out this one. This nasi lemak stall is located at Sri Weld cafeteria. Yes, THE famous nasi lemak in banana leaf. They have several kinds of nasi lemak, but the most popular one is the sambal ikan bilis (dried anchovies in chilli paste). The cost ranges from RM1.20 to RM1.80.
The nasi lemak is completely different compared to the normal economy nasi lemak
sold early in the morning at roadside stalls. In terms of serving size, it is double compared to others. One pack of nasi lemak is able to fill up your empty stomach. Also, they are not stingy of their sambal ikan bilis. I believe they pour a ladleful of sambal ikan bilis
to each of the nasi lemak. In terms of taste, the rice is absolutely fabulous, and the kickass sambal tumis ikan bilis is really hot & spicy. They make a good combination. Thumb’s up!

Happy Mother’s Day & Happy Birthday To My Beloved Mother

May 13, 2007

Today is Mother’s Day, and is also my mom’s birthday. Both falling on the same day coincidently. Suppose we should let our mom relax and enjoy this meaningful day for double-celebration, right? But my mom insist to cook herself and let us enjoy her dishes. Feel terribly guilty…
My mom cook the following yummy dishes for all our family members.

Salted Vegetable & Duck Soup – This is Nyonya style traditional dish. It has sour tastes and a little salty. The natural sour is from tomato and salted vegetable. The duck plays an important role, as it added a great taste to the soup, compared to chicken.
“Sweet & Sour” Pineapple & Cucumber – cooked with chicken gizzards. I like the “QQ” gizzards.

Deep Fried Aromatic Chicken – merinated with Chinese Five Spice powder and leave in refridgerator for overnight. Corn flour applied thoroughly upon bring to deep fry.

Stir Fry Mixed Veggie

Thanks mom for the delicious food. We really enjoyed the food, and the chit chat we had together. Wishing you Happy Mother’s Day and Happy Birthday!

My Home Cooked Penang Laksa

May 11, 2007

Cooking Penang laksa is easy. I would like to share my recipe:
Ingredients (for 4 persons)
(A) Spice Ingredient

  • 3 tbsp chili paste
  • 2 onions & belacan in 2cm cube (blended in 100ml water)
  • 3 tbsp of tamarind paste, mixed and strained to obtain tamarind juice (500ml)
  • 3 stalks lemon grass, lightly smashed
  • 10 sprigs polygonum leaves (daun kesom)
  • 1 wild ginger bud
  • some belacan
  • 1.5 litres water
  • 5 medium size of mackerel (ikan kembung)
  • 1 kg fresh laksa noodles

Seasoning

  • 3 tbsp sugar or to taste
  • Salt to taste

Garnishing

  • 1 wild ginger bud (bunga kantan), halved and finely shredded
  • 1 cucumber shredded
  • 1/2 pineapple, sliced and shredded
  • 1 onion, finely sliced
  • sprigs mint leaves (daun pudina)
  • Prawn paste (har koe), diluted with hot water to a drizzle consistency

Put ingredient (A) in a pot. Bring to a low simmering boil for 2 minutes. Add ingredient (B). Continue to simmer for 5 minutes. Add the mackerel fish and bring to boil for 10 minutes. Add seasoning to taste. Continue to simmer for 1-2 minutes.
Remove the fish. Then flake the fish and add to laksa soup.

Laksa soup
To serve, put a handful of laksa noodles in a metal strainer and immerse in a pot of boiling water to scald the noodles for half a minute. Drain and put into a bowl. Add a little of each garnish. Pour a ladleful of laksa soup over the noodles and garnish. Drizzle a little prawn paste over and serve immediately.

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My laksa is ready. Yummy!