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Last weekend, I was quite successful in my first attempt to become the bartender of my household. I made mojito, a traditional cuban drink, out of fresh ingredients. I got the recipe from Bacardi. How flattered I was when Indi and Yodhi complimented my mojito!
Although the recipe asks for Rum, you can make the drink as virgin mojito, and it'll be thirst quenching for hot Singapore weather. However, today I tried to make a hot variation of mojito, which would better suit for cold climate/weather. This one is without lime juice.
It really tastes better than Kecap Bango
See wikipedia on Kecap.
Mrs. Oei Hok Hoo or Ms. Eniwati
Toko Wijaya Baru, CV Sarana Cipta Kasih
We brought back a few packs of krupuk (fish crackers) from Indonesia. Later I realized that the brand of the particular fish cracker was quite funny. Take a look here.
It's Bimo's shower ceremony, a traditional Javanese purification rite held one day before the wedding ceremony. I would let the photo essay talks.
Indi woke up early to hit the golf course in Sawangan. I woke up a few hours later, and gave Siska her gift from ikea: a stovetop espresso maker. She then made a brew of Irian Organic Coffee, which really tasted strong, to my liking. I had chicken flavored oatmeal for breakfast while Noe had green pandan bread. At 8 am Ibu Tuti picked us up to drive to Sawangan to swim.
At the pool, I realized that I forgot to bring a towel. I had to buy the towel from the shop near the changing room. Practically not many people swim using 'normal' swimsuit. At the most, the ladies swim using swimsuit and shorts over it. Many people swim in t-shirt and shorts, even the guys. And interestingly, I saw quite a number of women wearing a muslim swimsuit. It is basically a bodysuit that covers the hair, and covered with a thin garb to obscure the shape of the body. This muslim swimsuit is of dark color to minimize the visibility. I'd say it works quite okay However, if you have a great voluptuous body, no matter what kind of swimsuit you wear, you would still appear voluptuous. Anyway, I felt I was wearing the least fabric in that swimming pool.
We flew to Jakarta for our cousin Bimo's wedding. This is Noe’s third trip to Jakarta. We flew using valuair, which we mistakenly bought three months in advance, not knowing that one month prior to departure Valuair gave special discount. Moral of the story: don’t buy air ticket far in advance.
This recipe is adapted from Gumbo Pages
This recipe is adapted to suit the availability of ingredients here, and to suit my unwillingness to spend five hours making gumbo broth.
It's Noe's first birthday. We made a small celebration with neighbours and relatives.
This is Noe's birthday cake. Rani had to decorate it because we ordered the cake without allowing time to create custom decoration. So Rani rushed to National Library and borrowed book about cake decoration, and then dashed to Cold Storage to buy materials for royal icing. She made the blue royal icing and lay it on top of the cake, being inexperienced with cake decoration and all. And to complicate matters, the cake that Indi bought was a mango cake with jelly topping, which caused the royal icing to melt. So we had to blow the candle rapidly. Here's the picture (Photos courtesy of Judhi Prasetyo):
Ever since I went to France to learn french ten years ago, I changed from a cheese-hater into a cheese-lover. How could I not! Everyday for three weeks my host parents (Les Delforges de Reims) indulged me with french food, and closed the lengthy dinner session (which can last up to two hours) with a plate of various cheese, consisted of different kinds of cheese, from Camembert, Brie, swiss cheese which has holes in it, blue cheese, smelly cheese, etc. It was quite challenging, but if I want to learn about the french, I gotta eat what they eat. Until now, my favorite is Camembert Cheese which should be slightly aged.