In a corner of the South-bound of an overhead rest area of the North-South Expressway, 3 friends crowd a table of one of the eateries there. While two of them seem to be heavily engaged in some deep and serious argument, the other was nonchalantly enjoying the food, turning his face from one to another, smiling at each, then continued to tuck in, even though some very loud words were spoken between the other 2, oblivious to the stares of other tables or passersby, or even the shop owner who wore a worried look on her otherwise attractive face.
Uncertain where the argument would lead to, she spoke to one of her workers only to received an equally blank look. And after several long minutes, she finally gathered her courage and approached the guy who was eating through the argument and tapped his shoulder gently. The guy, with a body size that could easily tip the scales of any weighing machines at home, looked at her and smiled. As if he already knew her intention, he put out his hand to each of his friends and said loudly "Look guys, I think you're scaring this lady as well as many others around us already!".
The 2 looked at him then glanced around to each face looking their directions who, in turn, averted their eyes or just looked away, perhaps with a slight fear of attracting needless commotion. Then, one of the 2 friends raised the fingers of his right hand and smiled towards the lady who was looking straight at the big guy she tapped on the shoulders earlier.
"Tell you what guys", said the big guy "let us call it quits. To me, the matter is simple. No matter what its called, no matter how its made or how different they each may taste, a donut or a keria are basically the same thing", and he scooped up the last remaining pastry on the plate.
I have no doubt many would not take the comparison kindly but deep down, each of us are human no matter where we are, or what race we belong to. Whether we are here in Malaysia, or far away in Gaza, everyone of us deserve to be treated equally and and justly. Kugan may have not been a Muslim, but could his tormentors admit being one with the amount of injuries inflicted upon him? Below is a text from Md Sha'ani of FOMCA:
"I am Kugan' Campaign" We have different faces, different faiths but we have one thing in common - we are all human beings and we have our rights. I am Kugan too".
If ever we did cry during the barbaric war against the people of Gaza, then we should feel equally sad at what Malaysians are capable of too! Incidentally, YB Doctor Lo'lo' together with a team of volunteers, are trying to find ways to enter Gaza. Below, is her text message from somewhere near the border:
"We just left Rafah border going back to Cairo. Since yesterday, no group was allowed to enter. In fact, Egypt Health Ministry ambulances has also been waiting for several hours. So we decided to move on and make other arrangements to give the contributions and to enter Gaza next time, insyAllah".
Please continue to spread the Petition to Investigate War Crimes in Gaza (click here). And please continue giving to the donation drive (click here). [Tabung Kemanusiaan Harakah di akaun BIMB: 14069010021298].
Correction: I have been made to understand that though the volunteers mentioned are there, YB Doctor Lo'lo' is in Gaza together with the leaders of PAS, led by Dato' Seri Tuan Guru Abdul Hadi as reported here.
Showing posts with label Food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Food. Show all posts
Friday, January 30, 2009
Friday, October 03, 2008
RS2: Something About Lamb
On the last few days of Ramadhan, I was as usual, like almost everyone else, at a Ramadhan Bazaar to buy some delicacies. I was standing besides a group of young people who, like I was, waiting to cross the busy street running parallel to the bazaar when a taxi stopped not 20 meters away from us. Alighting first from the taxi was an elderly man wearing dark glasses. As he stepped out, he reached for the rear door and opened it where a lady about the same age as he was, had some minor difficulties putting her foot out. I initially did not give it much thought till a girl from the group of young people mentioned aloud "Ai! Pemuzik buta pun naik teksi gak!", referring to the couple whom when I looked in their direction, found them to be one of those blind musicians who busk on the streets. Still, I did not give them much thought till another girl from the same group said "Abeh! Camna derang nak bawak alat muzik derang? Naik bas?". It made me feel guilty then, it makes me feeling guilty even now as I write this.
In another scene, a friend tells me of a 'buka puasa' buffet he attended in a hotel. The spread, he mentioned, was simply superb. Apart from more than 20 main dishes to chose from which include a whole lamb and a turkey, there were a large variety of appetisers and desserts. It was, in his own words 'almost a sin'. And he pointed out 2 other points which could really make it a sin being there.
First, he overheard 2 well dressed ladies complaining about their maids whom they brought along for the buffet. The maids it seem, partook only a fraction worth of the buffet which the ladies were quoted to have said "It almost a sin to bring them along!". However, the maids were brought along not on the kind-heartedness of the ladies solely, as they had to look after their masters' children. Coming from a poor family, was it their fault that they have never seen such a lavish buffet and could not eat more than the single plate of serving they had?
Another thing my friend pointed out almost made me laugh and cry at the same time. Though it seem to be petty to many, he questioned the fact that many of the hotel's staff attending to the needs of the customers were Muslims who, like many other Muslims, had also fasted during the day. But these Muslim staff can only enjoy a simple breaking of fast, sometimes with just a glass of water as they need to get back on the floor soonest. Interestingly enough, he mentioned the fact that many of the customers were in fact, people who did not fast during the day. Perhaps, he voiced out, the authorities in JAKIM should look into this matter. A valid point there he has, I believe.
Now, a confession of my own: for the past 30 days or so, I too have my share of guilt as I have been wolfing down more lambs than I can ever imagine before. Like in the picture above, the satay like thing is actually grilled lamb meat sold at one of the stalls in Section 6 Bazaar Ramadhan, while the drumstick-like piece is a piece of lamb shank sold at Section 18 in Subang Jaya, along with the white roll which is a kebab. Of the 3, I've been eating the skewered lamb everyday since the stall is quite near my house.
When I think back about what the elderly blind couple as well as what my friend mentioned, I really do feel guilty deep inside. Perhaps, the only excuse I can offer is that, ready cooked lamb meat - other than the mamak's shop - are not readily available during other months. And I'm missing Ramadhan already.
In another scene, a friend tells me of a 'buka puasa' buffet he attended in a hotel. The spread, he mentioned, was simply superb. Apart from more than 20 main dishes to chose from which include a whole lamb and a turkey, there were a large variety of appetisers and desserts. It was, in his own words 'almost a sin'. And he pointed out 2 other points which could really make it a sin being there.
First, he overheard 2 well dressed ladies complaining about their maids whom they brought along for the buffet. The maids it seem, partook only a fraction worth of the buffet which the ladies were quoted to have said "It almost a sin to bring them along!". However, the maids were brought along not on the kind-heartedness of the ladies solely, as they had to look after their masters' children. Coming from a poor family, was it their fault that they have never seen such a lavish buffet and could not eat more than the single plate of serving they had?
Another thing my friend pointed out almost made me laugh and cry at the same time. Though it seem to be petty to many, he questioned the fact that many of the hotel's staff attending to the needs of the customers were Muslims who, like many other Muslims, had also fasted during the day. But these Muslim staff can only enjoy a simple breaking of fast, sometimes with just a glass of water as they need to get back on the floor soonest. Interestingly enough, he mentioned the fact that many of the customers were in fact, people who did not fast during the day. Perhaps, he voiced out, the authorities in JAKIM should look into this matter. A valid point there he has, I believe.
Now, a confession of my own: for the past 30 days or so, I too have my share of guilt as I have been wolfing down more lambs than I can ever imagine before. Like in the picture above, the satay like thing is actually grilled lamb meat sold at one of the stalls in Section 6 Bazaar Ramadhan, while the drumstick-like piece is a piece of lamb shank sold at Section 18 in Subang Jaya, along with the white roll which is a kebab. Of the 3, I've been eating the skewered lamb everyday since the stall is quite near my house.When I think back about what the elderly blind couple as well as what my friend mentioned, I really do feel guilty deep inside. Perhaps, the only excuse I can offer is that, ready cooked lamb meat - other than the mamak's shop - are not readily available during other months. And I'm missing Ramadhan already.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Raya Cookies Time!
No, this is not a sarkas political gimmick. With Raya approaching soon, I thought I'd just help a friend, and a bakery I just found in Gombak area which sell good looking, great tasting Raya cookies. The prices of the 2 are comparatively low especially when one consider Alin's brother - the friend - makes lovely homemade faemesAhy cookies.
That the banner for the cookies up there. To know more, kindly do visit Alin's entry here. Perhaps it may interest some to note that Alin is the wife to Zunar, a political cartoonist who does not need any introduction.
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And if you need some good old fashion coookies like the Biskut Mazola but are unable to find any, Hidayah Bakery in Gombak is the place to go. Situated in Taman Samudera and quite near to the Giant Hypermarket, Hidayah Bakery offers a wide range of cookies such as Almond London and many more which they sell at wholesale price. Its also a good time for anyone interested to make some small fortune. Do visit their website at www.kedaikekhidayah.com.
That the banner for the cookies up there. To know more, kindly do visit Alin's entry here. Perhaps it may interest some to note that Alin is the wife to Zunar, a political cartoonist who does not need any introduction.***.*.***
And if you need some good old fashion coookies like the Biskut Mazola but are unable to find any, Hidayah Bakery in Gombak is the place to go. Situated in Taman Samudera and quite near to the Giant Hypermarket, Hidayah Bakery offers a wide range of cookies such as Almond London and many more which they sell at wholesale price. Its also a good time for anyone interested to make some small fortune. Do visit their website at www.kedaikekhidayah.com.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Story About Tauhu Sumbat
Every year come Ramadhan, streets in certain sections of townships all over Malaysia are crammed with food stalls, vehicles, smoke, and endless trail of people buying and selling foodstuff which are arguably, normally not easily found in other months. It does however, seem ironic that in the month where Muslims are under obligation to practice restrain, that is the time where delicacies of varying sorts are found in abundance. Hmm...quite like little devils rearing their ugly heads, one might think. But then, all the devils are under chains and thus, the temptations that are there, are goaded by our very own nafs. This is most especially true when one consider that most of the food offered are mainly fattening and in many cases, high in cholestrol. However, if there is one which can be said to be healthy, then it must be the humble tauhu sumbat as in the picture below.
Mmmph. The picture above looks inviting enough to me. What, with sliced turnip, cucumber and beansprouts, stuffed into the tauhu and immersed in a sauce that must have been mixed with vinegar, grinded chili, and a sprinkle of sugar added, then chilled in the fridge to let the tauhu soak in the sauce, why, I can eat 4 or 5 of it in a single sitting. That is off course, as a side dish.
A tauhu sumbat to me, has to look bulging fat just like a pita bread kebab, and not like those normally sold at the stalls which looks like an undernourished tauhu laced with a sauce that is not only pale but thin as well. The very look of a good tauhu sumbat has to be tempting enough for one to have eat it as a main dish. This, can be especially true if one is a vegie lover like that cakapaje bloke is. Then again, he's also a meat lover and just about anything halal that can be loved. But that, is another story.
Anyway, the tauhu sumbat we know off now, has not always been this way. It has, over time, evolved from who-knows-when-or-what. Back sometime in the mid of last century and in certain parts of Johor, tauhu sumbat had only the cucumber and beansprouts stuffed into it, and was eaten not with the sauce we see today, but with the ever lovable kicap. Over time, who knows who, how, or why, some people experimented with different kinds of sauce. Thus the sauce we see today is the labour of some unsung food heroes who, for the sake of wanting to eat something different and nicer, went against the norm of the day.
Now, since we are on the subject of tauhu sumbat, or rather the word 'sumbat', it reminds me of the balik kampung rush which is expected to take place in about 3 weeks from now.
Each year, Muslims and non-Muslims take the opportunity of the Eid to either return to their hometown, or take a break from their daily schedules. The same thing also happens with the Chinese New Year Celebration. While many would drive or fly, most would take the express buses, eventhough many do own vehicles. They do it simply to avoid the traffic congestion on the highways, namely the North-South Highways which at times can stretch kilometers long. Several past travels to Melaka during this time, the snarls actually can stretch from Pedas, N9, right to the toll gates of Alor Gajah, Melaka. And the return trip would normally see a slow procession all the way to Seremban and sometimes, right up to Nilai Interchange. Perhaps, the highway authorites and concessionaire learned their business from the old mini-buses operators that used to ply the roads of KL: "Masuk! Masuk lagi!". In other words, they sumbat as many business in to the brim. People like you and I, we are just business to them. And the gomen, the supposedly authority of the land, looks the other way or plain do not know the trials the people have to put up with in wanting to spend Raya with their loved ones. Then again, how could they - the gomen - know, when they are chauffered around complete with police escorts upfront who clears the road for the gomen's car.
Each year too, the news would air stories about how commuters are cheated when the ticket they bought are found to be worthless as the bus, and the company selling the tickets are just non-existent! After about 2 decades, the gomen still seem helpless to put a stop to such connivery. To make matter worse, scoundrels would surely add the petrol surchage which the gomen have allowed the operators to charge the public, in lieu of the increment in ticket price they seek. Whether by the name of surcharge or increment, its still the public who have to fork out the extra ringgit. And what was it that the gomen and FOMCA are encouraging the public to use...Public what? And we have not even begin with the condition and safety of the buses, nor the deplorable conditions of the stations, where many time than not, the public are made to inhale the fumes coming out of the exhaust pipes of the buses. A case in point here would be Pudu Raya. But oops, I better stop now before I sumbat many more things which can either be related or not. Furthermore, the topic is about tauhu sumbat.
Say, did I tell you about a variant of the tauhu sumbat? No? Well, its called Tauhu Bakar.
Her preparation of it though, differs slightly from cakapaje.
Mmmph. The picture above looks inviting enough to me. What, with sliced turnip, cucumber and beansprouts, stuffed into the tauhu and immersed in a sauce that must have been mixed with vinegar, grinded chili, and a sprinkle of sugar added, then chilled in the fridge to let the tauhu soak in the sauce, why, I can eat 4 or 5 of it in a single sitting. That is off course, as a side dish.
A tauhu sumbat to me, has to look bulging fat just like a pita bread kebab, and not like those normally sold at the stalls which looks like an undernourished tauhu laced with a sauce that is not only pale but thin as well. The very look of a good tauhu sumbat has to be tempting enough for one to have eat it as a main dish. This, can be especially true if one is a vegie lover like that cakapaje bloke is. Then again, he's also a meat lover and just about anything halal that can be loved. But that, is another story.
Anyway, the tauhu sumbat we know off now, has not always been this way. It has, over time, evolved from who-knows-when-or-what. Back sometime in the mid of last century and in certain parts of Johor, tauhu sumbat had only the cucumber and beansprouts stuffed into it, and was eaten not with the sauce we see today, but with the ever lovable kicap. Over time, who knows who, how, or why, some people experimented with different kinds of sauce. Thus the sauce we see today is the labour of some unsung food heroes who, for the sake of wanting to eat something different and nicer, went against the norm of the day.
Now, since we are on the subject of tauhu sumbat, or rather the word 'sumbat', it reminds me of the balik kampung rush which is expected to take place in about 3 weeks from now.
Each year, Muslims and non-Muslims take the opportunity of the Eid to either return to their hometown, or take a break from their daily schedules. The same thing also happens with the Chinese New Year Celebration. While many would drive or fly, most would take the express buses, eventhough many do own vehicles. They do it simply to avoid the traffic congestion on the highways, namely the North-South Highways which at times can stretch kilometers long. Several past travels to Melaka during this time, the snarls actually can stretch from Pedas, N9, right to the toll gates of Alor Gajah, Melaka. And the return trip would normally see a slow procession all the way to Seremban and sometimes, right up to Nilai Interchange. Perhaps, the highway authorites and concessionaire learned their business from the old mini-buses operators that used to ply the roads of KL: "Masuk! Masuk lagi!". In other words, they sumbat as many business in to the brim. People like you and I, we are just business to them. And the gomen, the supposedly authority of the land, looks the other way or plain do not know the trials the people have to put up with in wanting to spend Raya with their loved ones. Then again, how could they - the gomen - know, when they are chauffered around complete with police escorts upfront who clears the road for the gomen's car.
Each year too, the news would air stories about how commuters are cheated when the ticket they bought are found to be worthless as the bus, and the company selling the tickets are just non-existent! After about 2 decades, the gomen still seem helpless to put a stop to such connivery. To make matter worse, scoundrels would surely add the petrol surchage which the gomen have allowed the operators to charge the public, in lieu of the increment in ticket price they seek. Whether by the name of surcharge or increment, its still the public who have to fork out the extra ringgit. And what was it that the gomen and FOMCA are encouraging the public to use...Public what? And we have not even begin with the condition and safety of the buses, nor the deplorable conditions of the stations, where many time than not, the public are made to inhale the fumes coming out of the exhaust pipes of the buses. A case in point here would be Pudu Raya. But oops, I better stop now before I sumbat many more things which can either be related or not. Furthermore, the topic is about tauhu sumbat.
Say, did I tell you about a variant of the tauhu sumbat? No? Well, its called Tauhu Bakar.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Dang!
Dang!, is an expression used by many to voice dissatisfaction or annoyance. Change a single letter - a to u - and you get a word which means animal excrement. The origin of the former perhaps, is a mispronunciation of the latter especially when one suddenly realise that one is standing or stepping on it; from 'dung' comes 'dang!'. But that's just my guess as I am not a student of etymology, mind you. What brought this up though, was an unplanned meet I had just now.
While waiting for the office of a Dr Nasir to open, I walked the row of the new shop lots in Kota Damansara and came across a shop selling 'organic chicken', which was the talk of the town or rather, egroups, several month ago. Now, before anyone gets the wrong idea about this organic chicken being part of genetically modified food chain process meant for human consumption, kindly note it does not. The GM food mentioned, I believe, is more of an urban legend as can be found here, and further reading here. Or, if one is to lazy to click, then perhaps this reply in a forum by a wise ass by the name of Sunshine here, may shed more light about Kentucky Fried Chicken and GM food. Her reply:
Anyway, the one I'm referring to however, should be safe. Most importantly, it ought to be considered by many Muslims as halal without doubt. I say this because I went to one such farm a year or 2 back, and was totally impressed by it.
For many people who have had a taste of kampung life can easily testify how messy rearing chickens can be as chickens being well, chickens, they tend to drop their poops anywhere and anytime it pleases them. Stepping onto one is one thing, but when you have hundreds of chickens, the smell alone can put off one's white meat diet for quite a while. But this farm I went to, there were no such smell.
Situated somewhere within the Meru district off Kelang, the husband and wife owners breed chicken for want of a halal source. Currently, most chicken farms rely on the pellets made from sources which many say are dubious. Thus this husband and wife team, makes their own pellets from herbs and plants.
When I first arrived there, the chickens were running free within several fenced areas of the farm, unlike the commercial breeding where chickens are cooped in a, well, chicken coop which can be larger than one's house. Packed like sardines, cannibalism amongst chicken is not an uncommon thing, and many likes to peck at another's arse. Certainly, a visit to a chicken farm is a no-no to chicken meat lovers. Perhaps, that is why the orang asli prefer the meat of a monkey to a chicken as to them, monkeys eat fruits and not shit. Hmm...and I'm having fried chicken for lunch! Oops, back to the farm in Meru.
Stepping into the shed which make do as a store cum office, I notice there were no smell at all, and not a dropping anywhere. Flies, which are naturally attracted to any organic matter left uncovered, are nowhere to be found too! As was later told, it is in the food they feed the chickens. The logic the husband said, is very simple "The waste we produce (including chickens), are the products of rejects - what our body do not need or consume". Since I'm no biologist, I simply have to agree. The chicken feed this farm use do not contain chemicals or harmful materials, or even those of dubious nature to Muslims. The same concept it seems, is applied by the shop I mentioned earlier. If anyone is interested to go into chicken farming business, I would suggest they visit this farm which incidentally, provide courses as well; just call Puan Norhaizan at 016-6027469.
There is though, yet another Dang which is unrelated and perhaps the opposite to both the words I mentioned. I say the opposite as this Dang smelled of perfume and was indeed a whole sight better, as she was a Filipina who visited Malaysia sometime early 1990's. Slim, petite, fair skin with slighly curly hair, she was the eye-candy for several of my friends...and that cakapaje guy as well. But that cakapaje guy, being that cakapaje guy, must have been off his rockers then as he never showed interest. I don't know, perhaps he was shy. Anyway, his friends certainly did not take it well when just before she left back for home, she chose to peck both cakapaje's cheeks and no one else. Man, that guy was blushing no end then. And writing this, I guess he still does. Crazy bugger!
While waiting for the office of a Dr Nasir to open, I walked the row of the new shop lots in Kota Damansara and came across a shop selling 'organic chicken', which was the talk of the town or rather, egroups, several month ago. Now, before anyone gets the wrong idea about this organic chicken being part of genetically modified food chain process meant for human consumption, kindly note it does not. The GM food mentioned, I believe, is more of an urban legend as can be found here, and further reading here. Or, if one is to lazy to click, then perhaps this reply in a forum by a wise ass by the name of Sunshine here, may shed more light about Kentucky Fried Chicken and GM food. Her reply:
- CommentAuthorsunshine
- CommentTimeJul 9th 2007
Anyway, the one I'm referring to however, should be safe. Most importantly, it ought to be considered by many Muslims as halal without doubt. I say this because I went to one such farm a year or 2 back, and was totally impressed by it.
For many people who have had a taste of kampung life can easily testify how messy rearing chickens can be as chickens being well, chickens, they tend to drop their poops anywhere and anytime it pleases them. Stepping onto one is one thing, but when you have hundreds of chickens, the smell alone can put off one's white meat diet for quite a while. But this farm I went to, there were no such smell.
Situated somewhere within the Meru district off Kelang, the husband and wife owners breed chicken for want of a halal source. Currently, most chicken farms rely on the pellets made from sources which many say are dubious. Thus this husband and wife team, makes their own pellets from herbs and plants.
When I first arrived there, the chickens were running free within several fenced areas of the farm, unlike the commercial breeding where chickens are cooped in a, well, chicken coop which can be larger than one's house. Packed like sardines, cannibalism amongst chicken is not an uncommon thing, and many likes to peck at another's arse. Certainly, a visit to a chicken farm is a no-no to chicken meat lovers. Perhaps, that is why the orang asli prefer the meat of a monkey to a chicken as to them, monkeys eat fruits and not shit. Hmm...and I'm having fried chicken for lunch! Oops, back to the farm in Meru.
Stepping into the shed which make do as a store cum office, I notice there were no smell at all, and not a dropping anywhere. Flies, which are naturally attracted to any organic matter left uncovered, are nowhere to be found too! As was later told, it is in the food they feed the chickens. The logic the husband said, is very simple "The waste we produce (including chickens), are the products of rejects - what our body do not need or consume". Since I'm no biologist, I simply have to agree. The chicken feed this farm use do not contain chemicals or harmful materials, or even those of dubious nature to Muslims. The same concept it seems, is applied by the shop I mentioned earlier. If anyone is interested to go into chicken farming business, I would suggest they visit this farm which incidentally, provide courses as well; just call Puan Norhaizan at 016-6027469.
There is though, yet another Dang which is unrelated and perhaps the opposite to both the words I mentioned. I say the opposite as this Dang smelled of perfume and was indeed a whole sight better, as she was a Filipina who visited Malaysia sometime early 1990's. Slim, petite, fair skin with slighly curly hair, she was the eye-candy for several of my friends...and that cakapaje guy as well. But that cakapaje guy, being that cakapaje guy, must have been off his rockers then as he never showed interest. I don't know, perhaps he was shy. Anyway, his friends certainly did not take it well when just before she left back for home, she chose to peck both cakapaje's cheeks and no one else. Man, that guy was blushing no end then. And writing this, I guess he still does. Crazy bugger!
Friday, June 27, 2008
Bread!
Were I a visitor to my blog, the first thing that would cross my mind after reading the title would be the musical group, Bread. Well, since that maybe the same thing that cross a real visitor's mind, I thought why not I put up one of their best hits. But mind you, this entry is not about the group, nor the song.
Bread, may be one of the most common food in the world. Yet, it differs in shape, taste, and even the smell, depending on the flour one use, and the mix that goes into it. The same would go with the preparation of the accompanying dishes. However, when the bread is still hot from the oven with its aroma still lingering, it ought to be good enough to be eaten alone. Still, some have to have at least a dish of gravy, without which, then they might as well not eat at all. Hmm...this reminds me of a story about Saidina Umar Al-Khatab r.a.
One day, he was visited by a man from a village, who brought along some 2 food containers, putting them in front of the Khalifah, and inviting the him to partake in the dish which was especially prepared for him by the man's wife. The Khalifah did not say anything, instead stared at the bread, and the gravy which was rich in oil. After a moment of silence, he said aloud to himself "You look so delicious and tempting. But if I were to eat you now, I fear I may be denied of a greater feast in the world hereafter". With that, he politely refused the food.
I should stress here that the circumstance above may well be different than one would imagine, but let's not get into it (tak bertauliah lagi!).
Earlier today I went to Giant Kelana Jaya for our monthly grocery needs. And as I was rummaging through the frozen food section, I came across several types and brands of instant bread, including Roti Paratha and Chapati. Now, normally I would not buy them except that, well, I am trying to work my way to a new client who makes Roti Lebanon, which essentially is pita bread. Well, at least to me, that's what I think it is though the owner - a real Lebanese - may vehemently say its not. But, let's not get into that too.
Anyway, since emak and I are trying to avoid eating rice at night as much as possible, we had the instant Chapati for dinner. I followed the instructions as best I could, except I did not use a pan, instead, just microwaved it. And soon, emak and I tucked into 2 very unchapati bread each; it was thin, small and lacked texture. I don't know about everyone else, but to me, the Sikh community makes the best chapati ever!
There was this premise - only half a shoplot size - in Bangsar, which made real good chapati. I do not know how they do it, but I used to stop over for a meal whenever I pass the area. Unfortunately, now I hardly step into KL, and last I heard, the business had closed down due to the death of a family member. Now, I don't know where to get a good chapati.
Hopefully, not able to get any now, might assist me to a greater feast in the hereafter, insyAllah. But oops! There's still the frozen Roti Paratha to be had.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
A Diet Sabotaged!
Honestly, I can't think of any other way to describe it! My diet was coming on nicely and I was feeling good about it, and I mean real good about it. Then out of nowehere, Din, my brother, sent over a dish of sambal daging made by his maid. Hmm...that sambal daging - though not on par as emak's - looked delicious enough with its chili red sambal and the bits of meat in it. And I just knew from looking at the dish, my diet may have to take a short break. Little did I know then, emak had something else planned when she saw the dish!
When I came back for lunch earlier today, my very first glance at the table had my food senses tingling perhaps quite like Spiderman's senses does with troublesome menace. And though this was no menace, it was indeed troublesome - emak had prepared an impromptu lontong dish! Man, if there is one dish this house could never resist, then it must be lontong, no matter how impromptu it is!
Before I carry on, let me qualify why i stressed on the word impromptu.
The lontong dish we had for lunch and ashamedly I have to admit, dinner, was an incomplete lontong dish we don't normally have at home. This incomplete dish consist of: lodeh, sambal daging, boiled eggs, and nasi empit. If the tradition of this dish with our family is anything to go by, we know it was prepared without planning and hence, impromptu.
Lontong, is a must have dish during Eid Fitri for my family for as long as I can remember. Normally on the eve of Eid Fitri, all the children would peek into the kitchen wondering when emak would be asking at least one of us to give her a hand in preparing the dish that preludes the preparation of lontong - the sambal daging! And once the smell of chili being fried starts permeating the entire house, everyone would come into the kitchen just to get a verbal confirmation of it, then walk away to each personal task with a smile of eager anticipation. But it is only in the morning of Eid - normally after the prayers - would the family sit down and tuck in to a hearty breakfast of a full lontong course!
Apart from the sambal daging, lodeh, boiled eggs and nasi empit, the table spread would also have empeyek, peparu goreng, kuah kacang, and ayam goreng! Though ketupat and rendang would also be served, they are somehow overlooked by everyone including yours truly here. Nothing smacks our lips more than the sight of a bowl of nasi empit soaked in lodeh which is reddish in colour caused by scoops of the sambal daging! The empeyek provides with its crispy crunchiness; the peparu with chewy bites; the ayam goreng for some chicken tenderness; and the kuah kacang for the extra sweet taste it provides. Together, they make one wholesome meal that would be repeated for lunch and dinner. And if there are still leftovers, the next morning would see emak and I tucking to our fill again.
Back to the impromptu lontong, I now feel terribly guilty for having enjoyed it again for dinner just now; it was just something which I just could not resist, with the sambal daging being the biggest culprit. Alhamdulillah, though I am far from the being like a recently fed anaconda, I am contented.
The diet, like I mentioned earlier, was sabotaged...but one which was very much welcomed.
When I came back for lunch earlier today, my very first glance at the table had my food senses tingling perhaps quite like Spiderman's senses does with troublesome menace. And though this was no menace, it was indeed troublesome - emak had prepared an impromptu lontong dish! Man, if there is one dish this house could never resist, then it must be lontong, no matter how impromptu it is!
Before I carry on, let me qualify why i stressed on the word impromptu.
The lontong dish we had for lunch and ashamedly I have to admit, dinner, was an incomplete lontong dish we don't normally have at home. This incomplete dish consist of: lodeh, sambal daging, boiled eggs, and nasi empit. If the tradition of this dish with our family is anything to go by, we know it was prepared without planning and hence, impromptu.
Lontong, is a must have dish during Eid Fitri for my family for as long as I can remember. Normally on the eve of Eid Fitri, all the children would peek into the kitchen wondering when emak would be asking at least one of us to give her a hand in preparing the dish that preludes the preparation of lontong - the sambal daging! And once the smell of chili being fried starts permeating the entire house, everyone would come into the kitchen just to get a verbal confirmation of it, then walk away to each personal task with a smile of eager anticipation. But it is only in the morning of Eid - normally after the prayers - would the family sit down and tuck in to a hearty breakfast of a full lontong course!
Apart from the sambal daging, lodeh, boiled eggs and nasi empit, the table spread would also have empeyek, peparu goreng, kuah kacang, and ayam goreng! Though ketupat and rendang would also be served, they are somehow overlooked by everyone including yours truly here. Nothing smacks our lips more than the sight of a bowl of nasi empit soaked in lodeh which is reddish in colour caused by scoops of the sambal daging! The empeyek provides with its crispy crunchiness; the peparu with chewy bites; the ayam goreng for some chicken tenderness; and the kuah kacang for the extra sweet taste it provides. Together, they make one wholesome meal that would be repeated for lunch and dinner. And if there are still leftovers, the next morning would see emak and I tucking to our fill again.
Back to the impromptu lontong, I now feel terribly guilty for having enjoyed it again for dinner just now; it was just something which I just could not resist, with the sambal daging being the biggest culprit. Alhamdulillah, though I am far from the being like a recently fed anaconda, I am contented.
The diet, like I mentioned earlier, was sabotaged...but one which was very much welcomed.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Ayam Golek Halim: A True Rags To Rich Story!
My front neighbour, Abdul Halim, insyAllah will one day make the cover of a magazine as a true Rags to Riches story. Though he is yet even to be a millionaire now, he is slowly expanding his businesses ranging from a small chicken abattoir-retail to 2nd hand clothes to retail shop, and now, a warung-eatery in Kota Damansara. He has several medium cost houses which he rents out, and lives in a double-story-endlot presently valued at RM500,000 - no doubt a small value for corporate figures, but certainly above reach for the average medium income family. But it has not always been this way for Halim, for as he himself will tell to anyone new to him, he is a high school dropout. And his Rag-to-Riches began when at the age of 15, he ran away from his house near Kamunting, Perak to KL, to begin a life of his own.
I do not know his full story, but I do know that he took on several menial jobs somewhere around Chow Kit Road. Later, he joined a small Land Survey firm and traveled to many parts of Malaysia - mainly the jungles - to make surveys of the terrain for future development. After spending several lonely months in the jungles, he decided to call it quits and return to his hometown where he learned the art of slaughtering animals according to Islamic ruling from his father. With that knowledge, he set off to KL again and worked for several chicken sellers before setting up his own small abattoir in Kampung Kerinchi, KL.
It has been more than 15 years now since he opened the small abattoir cum retail outlet. Apart from the outlet's size has since doubled in space, so too has Halim's knowledge not only in the art of his trade - he holds certification from several Islamic bodies - but the art of business as well. Yet, for the achievements he has made in religious/community affairs and wealth, Halim has continued to be humble and soft spoken.
Several nights ago when he asked me to join him for teh-tarik, I gladly accepted as it has been more than a month we did so. We stopped over a row of roadside stalls where he showed me the end lot which he will be occupying for his food business. Naturally, I was happy and excited for him, as I know this was near to a dream he has been having for more than 2 years now.
Some 3 years ago, a friend introduced me to some business agents for a municipal council (PBT). To maximise the usage of an open community hall, the PBT had moved traders from another district into the grounds of the hall. A year after that, the PBT Director saw a business opportunity where on one part of the grounds would be leased out to an operator who would operate the place similar to a food bazaar. I, by then, had introduced the agents to Halim and we were both very keen to embark on this venture. Problem was, the PBT Director wanted a cut in the profits as well - without forking out a single cent! We were turned off with this and pulled out. To this day, there has been no takers on the proposal and business is running as usual; it was a good honest opportunity that turned sour due to greed on the PBT Director's part. My want to offer a menu which include Thai Green Curry, and Halim's idea of Ayam Golek, just could not be realised.
Just after maghrib earlier this evening, Halim called asking me to go to his new stall and collect a freshly cooked Ayam Golek. I was taken by surprise at the swiftness of him getting the stall ready, but am never the one to reject a kind offer. And there I was just now, sitting and mixing with Halim and his friends while the chickens turn slowly over an open charcoal pit built with metal frame.
Halim, the business minded as well a religious man, decided to cook 52 chickens and gave away all of it free to anyone who approached his stall. Within the 2hours I was there, scores of people - mainly children - had a delightful taste of his Ayam Golek! Some adults, even offered to pay full price so they can take away several chickens, but was turned down by Halim; my guess is that it was Halim's way of giving sedekah. But it was the children from the nearby apartments who had the adults laughing with their antics! Knowing that Halim was giving 1/2 of a chicken to each person or household, some took the opportunity by pretending they were strangers when in fact we know they were siblings! Some were denied, yet some got to Halim's soft side.
On his Ayam Golek, while I will not say it is the best I ever had, the taste is by far better than many including Kenny Roger's and Ayam A1 or even Ayamas - it is tender, juicy, and does not reek of charcoal smoke at all! And from tomorrow night onwards, the other part of the stall will begin its business of Tom Yam and drinks. InsyAllah, as the several businesses Halim has had his hands in, this too will be a success.
Success however, no matter how small, does seem to have its price. Sometime last year, when I wrote Could It Be Magic? Pt1 , I mentioned about Halim. Then, he was afflicted with a mystery ailment which medical doctors could not identify. It was only after meeting many people, Halim met a pious man who, alhamdulillah, was able to assist in curing the ailment. Though the pious man did not specifically mention it, Halim - who is a part time Imam at a surau in Kampung Kerinchi - was made to understand that his ailment could be due to some unseen forces, if you get my drift.
*Off topic: I have been following Halim's advice for sometime now, to avoid eating chicken and meat from Mamak's shops. Though he did not mention the chicken as non-halal, he did relate his experience.
In wanting to expand his business, he has been trying to supply the Mamak's shops with their need for chicken. However, after a year of doing so, the Mamak stopped buying from him, citing that they need their supplies almost 365 days a year, taking away 3 days for Eid Fitri and Eid Adha holidays. As most halal chicken suppliers take long leave - some up to 7 days - during the 2 Eids, Halim suspects the supplies might be coming from non-halal suppliers. He however, is unable to prove it. That leaves us to ponder on the matter ourselves. Hmm...and Malaysia is aiming to be the Halal Hub of the world.
I do not know his full story, but I do know that he took on several menial jobs somewhere around Chow Kit Road. Later, he joined a small Land Survey firm and traveled to many parts of Malaysia - mainly the jungles - to make surveys of the terrain for future development. After spending several lonely months in the jungles, he decided to call it quits and return to his hometown where he learned the art of slaughtering animals according to Islamic ruling from his father. With that knowledge, he set off to KL again and worked for several chicken sellers before setting up his own small abattoir in Kampung Kerinchi, KL.
It has been more than 15 years now since he opened the small abattoir cum retail outlet. Apart from the outlet's size has since doubled in space, so too has Halim's knowledge not only in the art of his trade - he holds certification from several Islamic bodies - but the art of business as well. Yet, for the achievements he has made in religious/community affairs and wealth, Halim has continued to be humble and soft spoken.
Several nights ago when he asked me to join him for teh-tarik, I gladly accepted as it has been more than a month we did so. We stopped over a row of roadside stalls where he showed me the end lot which he will be occupying for his food business. Naturally, I was happy and excited for him, as I know this was near to a dream he has been having for more than 2 years now.
Some 3 years ago, a friend introduced me to some business agents for a municipal council (PBT). To maximise the usage of an open community hall, the PBT had moved traders from another district into the grounds of the hall. A year after that, the PBT Director saw a business opportunity where on one part of the grounds would be leased out to an operator who would operate the place similar to a food bazaar. I, by then, had introduced the agents to Halim and we were both very keen to embark on this venture. Problem was, the PBT Director wanted a cut in the profits as well - without forking out a single cent! We were turned off with this and pulled out. To this day, there has been no takers on the proposal and business is running as usual; it was a good honest opportunity that turned sour due to greed on the PBT Director's part. My want to offer a menu which include Thai Green Curry, and Halim's idea of Ayam Golek, just could not be realised.
Just after maghrib earlier this evening, Halim called asking me to go to his new stall and collect a freshly cooked Ayam Golek. I was taken by surprise at the swiftness of him getting the stall ready, but am never the one to reject a kind offer. And there I was just now, sitting and mixing with Halim and his friends while the chickens turn slowly over an open charcoal pit built with metal frame.
Halim, the business minded as well a religious man, decided to cook 52 chickens and gave away all of it free to anyone who approached his stall. Within the 2hours I was there, scores of people - mainly children - had a delightful taste of his Ayam Golek! Some adults, even offered to pay full price so they can take away several chickens, but was turned down by Halim; my guess is that it was Halim's way of giving sedekah. But it was the children from the nearby apartments who had the adults laughing with their antics! Knowing that Halim was giving 1/2 of a chicken to each person or household, some took the opportunity by pretending they were strangers when in fact we know they were siblings! Some were denied, yet some got to Halim's soft side.
On his Ayam Golek, while I will not say it is the best I ever had, the taste is by far better than many including Kenny Roger's and Ayam A1 or even Ayamas - it is tender, juicy, and does not reek of charcoal smoke at all! And from tomorrow night onwards, the other part of the stall will begin its business of Tom Yam and drinks. InsyAllah, as the several businesses Halim has had his hands in, this too will be a success.
Success however, no matter how small, does seem to have its price. Sometime last year, when I wrote Could It Be Magic? Pt1 , I mentioned about Halim. Then, he was afflicted with a mystery ailment which medical doctors could not identify. It was only after meeting many people, Halim met a pious man who, alhamdulillah, was able to assist in curing the ailment. Though the pious man did not specifically mention it, Halim - who is a part time Imam at a surau in Kampung Kerinchi - was made to understand that his ailment could be due to some unseen forces, if you get my drift.
*Off topic: I have been following Halim's advice for sometime now, to avoid eating chicken and meat from Mamak's shops. Though he did not mention the chicken as non-halal, he did relate his experience.
In wanting to expand his business, he has been trying to supply the Mamak's shops with their need for chicken. However, after a year of doing so, the Mamak stopped buying from him, citing that they need their supplies almost 365 days a year, taking away 3 days for Eid Fitri and Eid Adha holidays. As most halal chicken suppliers take long leave - some up to 7 days - during the 2 Eids, Halim suspects the supplies might be coming from non-halal suppliers. He however, is unable to prove it. That leaves us to ponder on the matter ourselves. Hmm...and Malaysia is aiming to be the Halal Hub of the world.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Arrowhead
For the past 2 years sometime around before Chinese New Year, Giant Hypermarket has been selling this ubi-like thing which is said to be imported from China. For a food item from China, it sure does have a strange name - Arrowhead!
Initially, I was kind of reserved when I had a first look. But when I saw more and more people - mostly Chinese - scooping the Arrowheads like it was some kind of treasure, I asked one of them about the strange looking thing. The young Chinese lady smiled and was kind enough to tell me what she knows about Arrowheads, and how to eat it; peel off the skin, slice it thinly, then just fry it as you would with a keropok. And so, emak and I tried it, and indeed it does make a nice snack as it is naturally sweet and crunchy. (correction: Crispy not crunchy!)
Yesterday afternoon, after meeting Doc TA and kerp near The Curve, I went to Giant Kelana Jaya and scooped up some 2 bags of these Arrowheads. One bag, off course, was meant for emak and me. The other bag? Well, early this morning I galloped off to Ulu Subang Jaya to a friend's house. Apart from thinking she would like it too, I think it is only fair for to give her those Arrowheads. Afterall, the cupid fella shot me a couple of times with arrowheads that has her name in it. Perhaps, if he's not willing to shoot the other way, I could always try it this way...sigh.
But honestly, you've got to try the Arrowheads. I don't have any pictures to show but you can read about it here.
Now, for an out-of-topic subject but related to the KLCC incident yesterday: do visit miqdad, Anak Bapa, Elizabeth Wong, Englishsection, and KeADILan, for more videos.
Initially, I was kind of reserved when I had a first look. But when I saw more and more people - mostly Chinese - scooping the Arrowheads like it was some kind of treasure, I asked one of them about the strange looking thing. The young Chinese lady smiled and was kind enough to tell me what she knows about Arrowheads, and how to eat it; peel off the skin, slice it thinly, then just fry it as you would with a keropok. And so, emak and I tried it, and indeed it does make a nice snack as it is naturally sweet and crunchy. (correction: Crispy not crunchy!)
Yesterday afternoon, after meeting Doc TA and kerp near The Curve, I went to Giant Kelana Jaya and scooped up some 2 bags of these Arrowheads. One bag, off course, was meant for emak and me. The other bag? Well, early this morning I galloped off to Ulu Subang Jaya to a friend's house. Apart from thinking she would like it too, I think it is only fair for to give her those Arrowheads. Afterall, the cupid fella shot me a couple of times with arrowheads that has her name in it. Perhaps, if he's not willing to shoot the other way, I could always try it this way...sigh.
But honestly, you've got to try the Arrowheads. I don't have any pictures to show but you can read about it here.
Now, for an out-of-topic subject but related to the KLCC incident yesterday: do visit miqdad, Anak Bapa, Elizabeth Wong, Englishsection, and KeADILan, for more videos.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
R.I.P. - A Fishy Story
Whether as a pet or as a serving, some people like them, some don't. Those who do, like the taste and the proteins found which is supposedly food for our brains. I don't know about the last part, but I do admit loving them as pets as well as a dish. But those who don't, would swear the only reason they do not like fish is because of the taste and smell of it. I guess they mean the 'hanyir' or fishy taste or smell. Ok, I can buy that; to each, their own.
Anyway, sometime back in 2005, I wrote slightly about the fishes I keep in the fish tank in the garden. Nothing really great as they are of the small varieties such as swordtails, mollies, guppies and even shrimps (for variety purposes). Over time, they have...how should I put this - intermarried? - and produced hybrids which are rather beautiful and unique. I now have within that confined space, guppy-swordtails, guppy-mollies, molly-swordtails, and even several which I cannot identify. Perhaps, if I were to send them to a forensic lab, their identification would be made easier via DNA testing. But then, who cares? I mean, so long as they are good to look at and fun to observe, cukuplah, right?
Earlier this morning when I wanted to feed them, I found several of those strikingly beautiful hybrids afloat and lifeless. I picked them gently and found that since rigor mortis has yet to take place, their death must have been within recent hours. Nothing I could do but bury them beside emak's plants in hope that the nutrients from their body would act as fertiliser.
Er...no, that's not my fish up there. As I mentioned, I keep the small varieties only. The whopper up there is of the catfish strain and one of the best of its kind is found in Mekong River where they can grow up to twice of what those blokes up there carry. The most favoured part of the Mekong catfish are the eyes where purportedly, the money from the sale of a pair is good enough to last several long months for the lucky villagers. Oops, back to my story.
I guess the death of those fish is largely due to my neglect. Up to this date, my left foot still has some swell from the 10-11 Open House at Istana Negara. Though the swell has subsided a whole lot now, it has caused problem for me to clean the fish tank and its water pump; I am unable to bend or move fluidly without feeling pain. Anyway, the water pump has malfunctioned some 2 days ago and I have not been able to get a new one yet. The deaths could have been due to unregulated water which cause quite a significant increase in water temperature. InsyAllah, tomorrow, I'll go get one from a fish shop. Rest-In-Peace, my dear friends.
Hybrids can be very beautiful. But since human cannot control their DNA structure to perfection, the product of inter-marriage can never be certain, even in DNA cloning. Yet, scientist keep on researching to produce the best yield and are even willing to go beyond ethical science as has been proven in several cases. The most infamous of one such case was when meat-cows were given feed made from butchers' refuse such as bones , teeth and even fat. In doing so, the scientist either forget, or refuse to take into consideration that cows are herbivores; feeding them the butchers' refuse is almost like forcing the cows into cannibalism. The result of this is none other than Mad Cow's disease, which can have deadly effect on humans too were the meat of afflicted cows consumed. Still, they learn not from it.
Er...again no. That's not a picture of a cow ridden with the disease, though I would not blame anyone for thinking so. I would think that is a buffalo. Hey! I'm not a mad scientist who keeps a journal or photo-journal of such experiments, mind you. In fact, I'm not even a scientist. Just thought of teasing you there :)
Anyway - back to serious stuff, especially for muslims - these scientist are having a go at it again. The latest news I received is that they are trying to create a hybrid of Bari-Bari. This especially goes to lamb-chop lovers such as yours truly, Bari-Bari is the product of cross breeding between sheep and pigs! Yup, that's right! All the goodness of the sheep and all the diseases of the pig! Catch it here.
Yup! That's a picture of one of those Bari-Bari. Oops, 2 of them, sorry.
Personally, I don't think they have reached a mass production stage yet. But one can never tell, can one? So do be careful when you intend to buy lamb-chops from places which are suspiciously non-halal. I assure you, their looks alone can be more than fishy.
Anyway, sometime back in 2005, I wrote slightly about the fishes I keep in the fish tank in the garden. Nothing really great as they are of the small varieties such as swordtails, mollies, guppies and even shrimps (for variety purposes). Over time, they have...how should I put this - intermarried? - and produced hybrids which are rather beautiful and unique. I now have within that confined space, guppy-swordtails, guppy-mollies, molly-swordtails, and even several which I cannot identify. Perhaps, if I were to send them to a forensic lab, their identification would be made easier via DNA testing. But then, who cares? I mean, so long as they are good to look at and fun to observe, cukuplah, right?
Earlier this morning when I wanted to feed them, I found several of those strikingly beautiful hybrids afloat and lifeless. I picked them gently and found that since rigor mortis has yet to take place, their death must have been within recent hours. Nothing I could do but bury them beside emak's plants in hope that the nutrients from their body would act as fertiliser.
Er...no, that's not my fish up there. As I mentioned, I keep the small varieties only. The whopper up there is of the catfish strain and one of the best of its kind is found in Mekong River where they can grow up to twice of what those blokes up there carry. The most favoured part of the Mekong catfish are the eyes where purportedly, the money from the sale of a pair is good enough to last several long months for the lucky villagers. Oops, back to my story.
I guess the death of those fish is largely due to my neglect. Up to this date, my left foot still has some swell from the 10-11 Open House at Istana Negara. Though the swell has subsided a whole lot now, it has caused problem for me to clean the fish tank and its water pump; I am unable to bend or move fluidly without feeling pain. Anyway, the water pump has malfunctioned some 2 days ago and I have not been able to get a new one yet. The deaths could have been due to unregulated water which cause quite a significant increase in water temperature. InsyAllah, tomorrow, I'll go get one from a fish shop. Rest-In-Peace, my dear friends.
Hybrids can be very beautiful. But since human cannot control their DNA structure to perfection, the product of inter-marriage can never be certain, even in DNA cloning. Yet, scientist keep on researching to produce the best yield and are even willing to go beyond ethical science as has been proven in several cases. The most infamous of one such case was when meat-cows were given feed made from butchers' refuse such as bones , teeth and even fat. In doing so, the scientist either forget, or refuse to take into consideration that cows are herbivores; feeding them the butchers' refuse is almost like forcing the cows into cannibalism. The result of this is none other than Mad Cow's disease, which can have deadly effect on humans too were the meat of afflicted cows consumed. Still, they learn not from it.
Er...again no. That's not a picture of a cow ridden with the disease, though I would not blame anyone for thinking so. I would think that is a buffalo. Hey! I'm not a mad scientist who keeps a journal or photo-journal of such experiments, mind you. In fact, I'm not even a scientist. Just thought of teasing you there :)
Anyway - back to serious stuff, especially for muslims - these scientist are having a go at it again. The latest news I received is that they are trying to create a hybrid of Bari-Bari. This especially goes to lamb-chop lovers such as yours truly, Bari-Bari is the product of cross breeding between sheep and pigs! Yup, that's right! All the goodness of the sheep and all the diseases of the pig! Catch it here.
Yup! That's a picture of one of those Bari-Bari. Oops, 2 of them, sorry.
Personally, I don't think they have reached a mass production stage yet. But one can never tell, can one? So do be careful when you intend to buy lamb-chops from places which are suspiciously non-halal. I assure you, their looks alone can be more than fishy.
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