Towelwrapped
the homemade chicken rice on the table that is now cold is proof that my family and i do not spend enough time at home. we never eat the food Kak Nur makes. and yet everyday she still puts so much thought into what dishes to cook that would whet the appetites of 5 phantom people who never come home for dinner anyway. sometimes i feel bad that all the untouched food goes to waste, but it is the wasted kindness that i feel worst about.
i love this time of year. june heralds the return of everyone from abroad, back for the summer and sporting new hairdos or weird foreign accents that disappear after the second teh o ais limau sucked down in hot balmy weather. it is that long shriek (ohmygoooooooooooooood it’s YOUUUUUU!!!) and that first hug after so long that i cherish most about these reunions; catch-up palaver comes a dangerously close second. who’s going out with who? you did WHAT? and then what did he say? oh my god tell her how you had sex in the laundry room with that guy from your econs class!
yes i do love this time of the year. but spring/summer collections are going to be the death of me. sigh! it seems that my father has learnt to wield the lethality of the Guilt Trip with most impressive effect; scans of all my credit card bills are now being sent each month to my email inbox. with the purpose of bullying me into cooperation, doubtlessly. well, it is working. i am now pale with shock and faint with grief! how does one go on living with such shameful evidence of sin, avarice and wrongdoing? O, happy dagger!
actually, i must confess with the utmost seriousness that i would not be able to stab myself in the (unlikely) event that suicide is in order and next on the agenda. too much blood and gore, eeeep.
it is time now for an insertion of this most beautiful conjunctive adverb that has been known to distract from exceedingly awkward moments, or when you want to change the topic of your blogpost that have gone most astray -
ANYWAY,
earlier tonight i went for the Martell Presents KLue RSVP Dinner, held at Market Place, which is a fairly new restaurant that has crept stealthily into and made its home in KL’s dining-out arena. it is situated in a quiet lane off Lorong Yap Kwan Seng, with the likes of Munakata, Sasso Rosso (panna cotta that is divine like you would not believe) and Aunty Nat for neighbours.
i was with the ever cheeky Kelvin and the lovely Kimfluttersby, and i think us three make a good team! kismet has brought us together to compare deserved remunerations and boyfriends-who-are-abroad, as well as to snap way too many photos of the restaurant and the food! i so love it when i am in the company of people who understand the need to take pictures of food :D
aforementioned pictures of food :
the amuse bouche of a watermelon slice and an unidentified sambal-like topping; a combination so orgasmic that i did not stop to attempt recognition of the unidentified sambal-like topping.
wild mushroom soup with vanilla cream
kelvin’s main of pan-fried cod with wasabi mash. hahaha! no salmon for him today.
the beef tenderloin with apple puree that kim and i had. spinach bed at the bottom. YUM!
dessert!! i was so tak sabar for this to come. chocolate mousse with a drizzle of passionfruit syrup. zomg there is no need to say how good it was. i love chocolate mousse. i love chocolate mousse that is well done. i love market place’s chocolate mousse. the end.
the Martell babes!
this is the photo i stole from Kelvin. you can stalk him at that email address
from upstairs, where we quietly slinked off to
the crowd
this is my second time at the Martell/KLue RSVP dinners, and i mussay this time around was much better than the previous at Ninja Jones. coz this time the food was nicer and Martell gave chocolates hahaha. nvm the fact that their brand was stamped all over it, it was still good chocolate. free flow of Martell as always, who would have thought green tea and cognac go together so well!
after dinner, Azlan and i went to watch Snow Cake which was awesome. then we went for a satay feast which was even more awesome. seriously, satay peanut gravy is the one thing in this world that gives my life some semblance of meaning.
31 comments June 30th, 2007
