cloud sambal

To all my friends back in msia reading this… I miss u guys HEAPS!!!

Knowing that I was a little homesick, my dear friend, Thambi Jin, joined forces with monsieur Erwin le chef, in project ‘authentic nasi lemak in UV apartment’.

I found myself entering a unit so thick with pungent curry smell that leaked its way even to the corridor. The chefs were busy with their skills on the stove, as mandy and I kept stealing fried ikan bilis and vege from the table. I was already smiling by then.

Before I knew it, I was sitting on the floor, cross-legged with my beautiful nasi lemak in front of me (also on the floor). There it lay on a piece of plastic (it was half of a plastic bag stolen from Coles, fresh fruits department) on a piece of free newspaper. The rice, nicely cupped into a round shape, ikan bilis, nuts, curry chicken, eggs, sotong sambal (I looooved it!), sliced cucumber, and a foreign dish (stick veggies). The only thing that didn’t work well was the teh tarik. We shud hv used cheaper tea instead of Earl Grey.

As much as good food turns Thambi on, the whole atmosphere almost brought me to tears as I sank my fingers into the “fat rice”. We sat together, about 7 of us, on the floor with the tv on and no one was really paying attention to it. Wahhhh, so nostalgic!!!

I went to BSF after that and my group leader said I smell like curry. I dunno if I offended anyone there but I dun care! I was on cloud 9. No, I was on cloud sambal!