Last week was a big holiday week for us in Kuala Lumpur. The end of Hari Raya, or Ramadan, is, from what I can tell, the family gathering equivalent of our Thanksgiving (except, of course, that Ramadan is also a religious holiday). Practically speaking, it also means that the markets and grocery stores are packed with people in the days leading up to the Hari Raya holiday as people stock up on ingredients for massive cooking and feasting.
I, too, joined the throngs of housewives in frenzied buying, since the hubby and I planned for a relaxing “staycation” this year and wanted to minimize having to leave the house. Over the last few weeks, we’d amassed a stockpile of movies and a new card game. I was also really looking forward to reorganizing my spices (no, that’s not a joke). The problem is, just like Thanksgiving, waiting until the afternoon before Hari Raya to do the bulk of your grocery shopping is a fool’s game. You have to take whatever happens to be left on the shelves, which isn’t much.





This reminds me of a dish my mother always made on Sundays when I was growing up. Also, my pregnancy meat craving just went into overdrive.