This little bowl of wantan mee (wonton noodles) that we had at a street hawker in George Town, Penang, was a dish that just kept surprising me more and more with every bite. We settled on this plate after wandering the streets of George Town aimlessly on our first night there. I’d left the hotel without a map or a sense of where we’d find dinner, believing, by George Town’s reputation as a stellar food city, that we’d practically fall into tastiness as long as we kept our eyes peeled.
Well, it turned out that tastiness might’ve been just around the corner, but our endurance for finding it just isn’t what it used to be. The Gravy Baby tops the scales now at over 20 pounds, and we put him in our baby carrier whenever we know we’re going a distance. This wasn’t a problem when we schlepping around the chillier climes of Hanoi, but here in Malaysia, but when there’s a little meaty heater strapped to you in the form of a baby, it doesn’t take long to become a sweaty mess.
