Of Roaring Pre-dawn...and Iftar

My alarm clock is not the only means for my wake-up call for sahur. For the past few days, the roaring engine of the jet fighters in this godly hours has been my other alarm clock! Not that I'm not used to to the deafening sound, but it keeps me wondering why in the world would they need to be training at this time. Why won't they settle for for their meals first and train later when the day is bright and shine and everybody is already busy with their lives! Phew!

Sometimes I also wonder, how do the people in a small village tucked in the middle of nowhere, near the runaway of the air force base, are coping with these noise. But then again, I was told it wouldn't be named "Kampung Pekak" for nothing! Muahahaha! Bless those people of Kg. Pekak. And here I am, living 6km down the base, screaming each time the jets pass across the sky above my roof! Okay, I exaggerate a bit....hikhik! Anyway... my entry today is not going to be on the screaming jet planes nor of Kg. Pekak, but to feature my meals for iftar yesterday.

After almost two weeks, I couldn't think of anything else to cook so I made gulai tempoyak and udang halia... for a change...

Gulai tempoyak ikan siakap...

Siakap tastes almost like fresh-water fishes

Udang goreng halia with long beans...

I love the crunchiness of the beans

The udang kertas was worth my wait yesterday

afternoon in the scorching sun for the firshermen

to come ashore with their catch...

 And for sahur I made Rendang Kelampung/Lampung (paru)....but it was too good to resist that I dished out some for iftar too!

Bye for now! ;)

Put Me Right!

Just before breakfast this morning, I finished reading a book that I've been burying my face in these past three days. I blame facebook for stalling me to finish up reading in one sitting like I used to! By nine, if it wasn't for the phone call I received from my brother-in-law, I would have snugly tucked myself in again. I sprang out of bed and start breakfast; hoping today would be better than yesterday. Yesterday was a total disaster, if you must know...
Okay, I'm exaggerating a bit!

I had planned for Friday to fix something simple for lunch. But lazing on the couch, watching some reruns, I started the chores quite late. I wonder how many of us, mums, had encountered such self-made 'predicament' of not knowing where to begin! (this ! or this ?)!!

First it was the kitchen... as I was doing the dishes that was stacked happily in the sink, (obviously by people who love my breakfast but hate putting them away, CLEANED!) ... where was I... oh, as I was saying, I was doing the dishes when I remembered my night tumbler inside my room. I left the dishes for my room and as I was about to take the tumbler out, ahhhh....my bed hadn't been made yet! So, I made the beds first. Just as I was about to leave my room, it was a pile of clothes for the washer... Took them out, and threw into the washer.

Passing by the dining, on my way to the kitchen, I spotted some tiny weeny crumbs on the floor under the dining table. That meant war for all mother of dirt and dust and crumbs are my worst enemy. I thought I had the house swept earlier on that morning! It was now vacuuming time for me. And while I was at that, the kettle boiled, wailing like a baby and almost made me jump. And I guess, you got it right.... I was back in the kitchen, picking up from where I left with the dishes.... and ran back for the tumbler...and ...the washer was actually sitting still without activity programmed on it!
Oooohh, I JUST HAD TO GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!

Last thing I knew, I was having brunch with some friends :-)