Ramblings of a Mami of Two

1. Potret Tun Hasmah di Galeri Perdana, 2. Pisang Gergasi di Makam Mahsuri, 3. Kilang Gamat, 4. Kimi di Mutiara Burau, 5. Lutong dan keluarga, 6. Kimi di Pulau Singa Besar, 7. Kimi dan Lutong pulang KL, 8. Helang terbesar di Langkawi, 9. Potret famili di Rumah Mahsuri Pipi bagai pauh dilayang, Hidung kuntum bunga serayu, Telinga telepuk layu, Dahi bagai sehari bulan, Gigi bagai mutiara tersusun Kening bagai bentuk taji, Leher jenjang buyung petani, Lengan seperti baur panah, Jari halus tombak serai, Pinggang secekak jari manis, Betis bagai bunting padi, Tumit bagai telur burung, Ibu kaki bungkal setahil. Itulah gambaran kecantikan Mahsuri seperti mana yang dinyatakan dalam hikayat-hikayat Melayu lama. Beberapa minggu lepas, kami telah ke kampung halaman Mahsuri, pulau lagenda Langkawi. Langkawi merupakan destinasi pertama siri jalan-jalan Free Beaches and Ruins kami. Kawan dan Ajan sudah lama tidak ke Langkawi, dan bagi Kimi pula ini kali pertama dia jejakkan kaki ke pulau lag...

I think I'm on a blogging mojo here, so let's resuscitate the blog selagi the mojo is around.  Sooo I have been reading my previous entries... especially the ones on me feeding kimi. Breastfeeding, solid food, etc. After a few entries I came to a few conclusions: Mannnn I was THAT meticulous. I had never been a meticulous person before, so the fact that I changed for that tiny creature? Amazing. Amahzing I tell yah.  People must've seen me as an ass. Yeap. I would call myself an ass back then.  You see, it felt really good when you know you are doing your best to ensure that your kid gets the best food. You prefer home-made stuff, cube everything that can be cubed, color- and date-coded the freezer's contents so they look pretty and neat, bought an expensive food warmer though it wasn't that necessary, bought SUPER CUTE feeding sets (not 1, but 5 sets), yadda yadda. Did your best to avoid sugar and salt at all costs, only refered to annabel karmel fo...

Okay seriously. After a loooooooooooooong hiatus I am back. Talking about food I want to eat. All of a sudden. Apehal? Anyways... I am a kid of negeri sembilan. Abah was born in Ampangan, and Mak was born in Jelebu. My atok  (mak's side) came from Minangkabau while my other atok (great-great atok, abah's side) came from India. =D Because of that, I dig negeri sembilan / padang food and I LOVE indian food, which explains why I loved it when I was sent to India, twice. And prolly why I craved for Shalimar's biryani when I was pregnant with Kimi, which of course, tak dapatlah husband yang saya sayang tu fulfil. Its ohtay. Right. I thought of this entry because 1) I am currently famished - the cafe on the Ground floor dah tutup for nearly 2 months now, and the nearest cafe is really far - I'm too lazy to walk to get my food. 2) I miss mak and all the glorious, wonderful negeri sembilan food that only mak can cook the way I like them. So this entry is entirely dedica...