A Walk Down Memory Lane - Berbuka Puasa
It has only been the third day of puasa and I am already counting the days to go back to Terengganu. Even with the 'situation' I have with Mama, I miss going back. It being the fasting month is making it worse. Don't get me wrong, I am loving this whole new experience of fasting as a couple, but sometimes you get homesick.
When we were growing up (and when everyone was still at home), we simply loved Ramadhan because of the food. Everyday, Wan would whip up some kuihs for iftar, and cook anything our hearts desired. My all-time favourite is Wan's Bekang Ubi and Puding Gula Anguh (more famously known as Creme Caramel). Abang would always ask for kuih bekang or tuppat sutung, and T? Well, we told him he couldn't demand anything since he didn't fast *snicker*.
Our daily routine after school during Ramadhan would be mengaji and finishing our homework before Mama and Aboh got home. About half-past five, we would pester Aboh to bring us to Pasor Chabang Tiga or Jalan Panji Alam for our dosage of side dishes. I just loooove the market during puasa. Everything smelled so good, there were so many colours - the people, the stalls, even the food. We would never fail to get at least a dozen ttupat goreng (deep fried ketupat pulut) to be eaten with sambal daging @ serunding. Oh, and either cendol, cincau or biji selasih (although we call it telo kattok) to drench our throats. A stop by the mercun stall is also a must to stock up on our ammunition!
By the time we get home, it would be about half an hour or so to countdown. I would be in charge of setting the table and help with the food we brought back (and T tasting them). Abang would distribute food to our closest neighbours. On the days where we are blessed with nyor muda (young coconuts) from Mama's staff, we would all three flock at the back to help Aboh. I love scooping the soft, succulent coconut that was to be combined with the juice.
Ten minutes to countdown, Aboh would start preparing our drinks. Our must-have drink was (and still is) homemade air sirap in a big mug, together with either cincau/telo kattok/cendol we bought. Mama would switch on the radio, and sounds of the holy Quran being read would fill our kitchen. We would know when the time for berbuka is near when the radio started playing some middle-eastern music..and would take our seats.
The faint sound of cannon blast marks the time for iftar. Followed by the azaan from our neighbourhood surau. Without fail, Abang and I would finish our first mug of sirap even before we touch any food - much to the elders dismay.
'Kembong perut kekgi'.
After filling our tummies and performing our prayers, we would get ready for out Tarawikh prayers. But that's another story for another day.
When we were growing up (and when everyone was still at home), we simply loved Ramadhan because of the food. Everyday, Wan would whip up some kuihs for iftar, and cook anything our hearts desired. My all-time favourite is Wan's Bekang Ubi and Puding Gula Anguh (more famously known as Creme Caramel). Abang would always ask for kuih bekang or tuppat sutung, and T? Well, we told him he couldn't demand anything since he didn't fast *snicker*.
Our daily routine after school during Ramadhan would be mengaji and finishing our homework before Mama and Aboh got home. About half-past five, we would pester Aboh to bring us to Pasor Chabang Tiga or Jalan Panji Alam for our dosage of side dishes. I just loooove the market during puasa. Everything smelled so good, there were so many colours - the people, the stalls, even the food. We would never fail to get at least a dozen ttupat goreng (deep fried ketupat pulut) to be eaten with sambal daging @ serunding. Oh, and either cendol, cincau or biji selasih (although we call it telo kattok) to drench our throats. A stop by the mercun stall is also a must to stock up on our ammunition!
By the time we get home, it would be about half an hour or so to countdown. I would be in charge of setting the table and help with the food we brought back (and T tasting them). Abang would distribute food to our closest neighbours. On the days where we are blessed with nyor muda (young coconuts) from Mama's staff, we would all three flock at the back to help Aboh. I love scooping the soft, succulent coconut that was to be combined with the juice.
Ten minutes to countdown, Aboh would start preparing our drinks. Our must-have drink was (and still is) homemade air sirap in a big mug, together with either cincau/telo kattok/cendol we bought. Mama would switch on the radio, and sounds of the holy Quran being read would fill our kitchen. We would know when the time for berbuka is near when the radio started playing some middle-eastern music..and would take our seats.
The faint sound of cannon blast marks the time for iftar. Followed by the azaan from our neighbourhood surau. Without fail, Abang and I would finish our first mug of sirap even before we touch any food - much to the elders dismay.
'Kembong perut kekgi'.
After filling our tummies and performing our prayers, we would get ready for out Tarawikh prayers. But that's another story for another day.
posted by lion3ss | 7:56 PM
6 Comments:
i remember following my dad to tarawikh prayer but ended up playing hide-n-seek instead :)
ok oloh la..
bakpelah hok gi maghi baca crite lioness haghini..
doh ghasa nok makang ttupak dengang sambal daging pulok dohhhh...
na-ngih ko-o lah malang ni..
hmmmm....need to get myself out from D.I. soon. I want my kids to experience what i experienced and not their auntie lion3ss' experiences. They already got half of what you mentioned.
Otherwise, one day their blog wud sound so like yours.
-bro-
After 9 yrs here, I still believe ttupak shud be boiled/steam instead and tuak is not a cool name for nira.
alamakkkk. n aku jugak tersangkut kat KL ni. bini beranak kat sini... wat to doooo.... nak nangis aaa.
balik nanti jgn lupa bwk serunding skit.
rindunya kat kg. isk isk isk.
semua orang cerita pasal makan-makan sedap masa puasa ni. Puasa is such a treat kan?
atiza : Hahaha..macam I jugak!
elisa : Awok lagi la..buat ttupat sutung lagi. Doh lah ada gambor!
Bro : That's how it shud be la. After all, they were (and still are) brought up in 'happening Kerteh!
Tea drinker : Takpe..tak dapat balik kampung, tapi dapat addition to the family. Nanti I'll bring you serunding ok?
Lollies: Kan..
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