Mee Kolok on my first day...

I have been in my home for two weeks now… It may be longer for somebody I know, but officially it is two weeks. It also took me two weeks to realise that I did not say anything about the day before we are not allow to eat for a month during daytime… In short, my first day in my home city was one day before Ramadhan, the fasting month…

Knowing that I will be back and how I always talk about missing mee kolok, my petit sister was kind enough to persuade my uncle for welcoming breakfast at one of the so called best mee kolok café in my home city…

And so, an army of children with few commanding officers marched off to the so called best mee kolok café in my home city… And to my disappointment, the mee kolok was not really the best mee kolok in my home city… And to add to my disappointment, the couple sitting next to our table were eating away mee kolok with chunky meat! And all I was given was stingy, meagre, ungenerous, mean, miserable, small, paltry, derisory, measly portion of blackened meat with my mee kolok… Was that sad or was that sad?



Anyway… I was happy that I could eat mee kolok, washed it down with a cup of the tarik halia kurang manis… Happiness… In the chaos of my cousins at the table… Still a happiness…