When we arrived at my house, Sarma immediately offered help in the kitchen. After I took out a fish, eggs and vegetables from the fridge, I let her be the chef and happily played my role as her assistant. She was going to cook Indonesian dishes with the limited ingredients and spices.
I had bought a mortar and pestle about two or three years ago and hardly used it. My guests who became cooks in my house were the ones who usually made use of it. Interestingly, tapioca leaves were the things that were most often crushed in this mortar.
For the first time, sambal smell was released from my kitchen. After less than an hour, the rice and the accompanying dishes were ready. At about four o'clock in the afternoon, we were finally seated at the table to have our lunch together.
Kee Ming was the hungriest among us. But he only wanted little rice on the first serving. So he passed some of it to his wife's plate. I scooped a lot in my plate to share with Sarma but she who had a small appetite did not accept it. I them took a picture of them and forgot to pour some of my rice back to the rice cooker. After I started eating, I realised it was too much for me.
The sambal was so appetising that my guests themselves could not resist the second serving of rice to eat with the salad, two cooking versions of tapioca leaves and fried fish. And I also emptied my plate despite my weight losing programme!
I had longed for this small gathering with Sarma and Kee Ming since I knew them at the end of 2008. Having friends with me in my home sweet home is always one of the most wonderful moments in my life.
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