Monday, May 23, 2011

ME AND MEE


The famous Mee Bandung Muar of Pak Abu

Shrimps and meat pieces swim in the thick gravy

Having my first taste of Pak Abu Mee Bandung
'John Wayne' also had a go of his mee bandung at Muar

Satay is eaten with peanut sauce, rice cubes and cucumber

Pak Abu sells his gravy paste to his customers


Watermelon juice with a zest of lemon. Melonlicious!


Thanks for the generous portion Pak Abu


Yusuf with the youngest customer of Pak Abu


The satay man fanning the charcoal for a good fire


Charcoal-grilled chicken and beef meat


The road opposite Wah San Coffee shop


Pak Abu Hanipah the man behind the success of Mee Bandung Muar


Selling the box of paste for RM 10


ME AND MEE BANDUNG MUAR

After watching an episode of 'Warung Kita', I told my husband that we must stop by at Muar for the famous Mee Bandung and satay which were given the thumbs up by the foodie commentator.

We were in Negri Sembilan recently and dropped by at Muar on the way back to Singapore. It took us about twenty minutes driving around Muar town to find the rightly named Wah San Coffeeshop which was highlighted in the programme. A row of big bikes from KL fronted the shop. The riders are regulars and would have their Sunday breakfast there. Cars with plates from Johor, Negri Sembilan and Selangor lined the road. That was a clear mandate that the iconic Pak Abu's Mee Bandung of Muar started in the 1930s and his hand-me-down secret recipe sill have its magnetism to pull in the crowd who are willing to drive hundreds of kilometres away.

Stepping into the coffee shop gave us an aura of simplicity and a relaxing atmosphere; inviting and easy-going feeling which are only offered by people who want to see you revisit their stall. Pak Abu gave us his wide smile and bantered away at the list of guests who had been his patrons. Newspaper cuttings on 'Who's Who' in Malaysia political and entertainment scene were fighting for space on the walls of the shop and on his glass display cabinet.

We planted ourselves at a table a long the five-foot path and ordered the speciality of the shop. I ventured into the cooking area. Pak Abu fried his paste of chillies, onions, peanut, beef and shrimp fresh before adding the stock, vegetables and the yellow mee into the big wok. His scooping of the condiments and giving a quick dash of sauce here and there into the wok with his ladle and deft hands reminded me of an image of a conductor holding a baton and making music with his orchestra. I marvelled at the quickness of how he portioned his ingredients that should go into the cooking of the gravy. Only a maestro of the ladle like him would be able to perform that!

Pak Abu's recipe of forty years had satisfied the gastronomical desires of many local and faraway customers. The mee bandung served had a generous portion of thick gravy, shrimp and meat. To me, the gravy was more like a mixture of satay peanut sauce and the mee rebus gravy. A bit too sweet for my liking. As for the satay, I prefer mine to be coated with more spice such as coriander, fennel and lemon grass rather than the caramelised meat we had.


Getting to Muar:

Take the Tangkak exit (Exit 235) from the North South Expressway and drive past Sg. Mati and Parit Bunga (Highway 23 and 5). Muar town is situated approximately 27km from the Tangkak exit.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

PERFECT AS A PICTURE

My cousin and his lovely bride in a traditional Malay wedding costume

From traditional to the modern wedding gown

The multi-tiered wedding cake

The cake as as preety as the real flower
My sisters and mum with the lovely couple

The exquisitely decked dias complete with chandeliers

Three sisters in a row - Pasirisrella, Tampinesrella and Yishurella

A multi-purpose hall is used for the wedding reception

With my ex-student Arnilah who was a guest at the wedding

Dessert for the guests to nibble

With my Aunt Yah

My uncle and his children

Uncle Kadir Bin Haji Moonshi

A happy moment with the wedded couple

A PEEK IN THE PAST

Malay weddings are grand affairs which involve both the groom's and the bride's family. I truly mean the whole family. It's not just the immediate family members who would be busy, but almost all those in the family tree who are still alive would play a role, be it significant or not to be part of the celebration and in the planning. Work can begin a year ahead of the agreed wedding date so that all events of the wedding can be executed in a military-like precision drill on the actual nuptial date. That's the joy of being involved in a Malay wedding.

Times have changed and Malay weddings nowadays are celebrated differently, but still with lots of grandeur and finesse. The void decks or multipurpose halls where the wedding ceremony takes place, are decked with flowers, chandeliers and the concrete columns draped in different pastel hues, gold, silver and even black.The deco depicts the theme which the bride or groom have selected. Gothic, country, modern, romantic, resort, garden.....just name it and the wedding planners would fulfill your dream of the year. Just be ready to pull out thick wads of notes to pay your wedding planner after that. Family members are not totally busy as most of the major tasks have been taken over by the hired event planner.

When my uncles got married in the 1960s, all planning and preparation were carried out by immediate family members and close friends. No one has ever heard of a wedding planner during those times. The only important person in the bride's lips would only be the 'Mak Andam' (the beautician) and for the groom, it would definitely be the 'Tok Kathi' or the religious official who solemnises the marriage. Other than that, all detailed planning had to be undertaken by the parents, aunties, uncles and siblings of the couple. All details pertaining to the wedding are written in a book so that when the next child gets married, the reference needed has been recorded. The Tok Penghulu or the village head would also be consulted for his highly regarded views and opinions.

To host the wedding feast, a simple tent was erected at granny's kampung house. A flat ground around the compound area was chosen. It would be easier to place the wooden tables and chairs on the flat hard ground. The kampung youths would fell coconut fronds and securely tie these around the tent frame. A football kind of carnival atmosphere would fill the air because flags from all over the world would be hung along the tent structure. These colourful flags of bright leaf green, bloody red, sunflower yellow and Prussian blue would flap and flutter every time the wind blew, announcing to the guests that they had reached the right house for the wedding.

If the couple could afford, life band would be hired to add more gaiety to the occasion. A Ramlie and The Rhythm Boys (the heart throb of many Malay girls in the 60's) did perform at one of my uncle's wedding day. Another top choice band during that era would be The Siglap Five with Jefrydin as the hit singer. Nowadays, DJs manning the karaoke system has replaced most of these live performances. They earn good money. Even the guests are free to sing together with the hired singers.

The kompang is still featured in most weddings up till now. Occasionally tough-looking Harley riders clad in black with metal chains dangling from their jean pockets. ride along behind the groom's bridal car. Their presence add some pomp, novelty and needless to say help to increase the decibel measurement of the noise level when their leather covered hands revved up the throttle of those monster engines.

A “Joget Lambak” (free-all-traditional dancing) session would also be held on the eve of the wedding date, usually on the Saturday. It offered the ideal opportunity for guests to let their hair down by getting up on the stage and literally dance the night away. The kampung band, playing traditional instruments would provide the music. Dances play an integral part in a Malay culture as a creative and a community expression of its people.

You would witness the strong gotong royong spirit being practised during the wedding. Everyone is chipping in to ensure on the success of the wedding. Neighbours and relatives would stream in to offer help of any kind to the couple's parents. And they didn't appear empty handed. Traditional kueh like baulu, lempeyek, epok-epok, putri salat and koleh-koleh would be given to the host to serve those who would also pop in.


The elderly would be involved in mass cooking for the hundreds or even thousands of the invited guests. The bride's or the groom's house would be a hive of activity a week before the actual wedding date. Nasi beryani is a must to be served with beef, chicken, dalcha, achar and pachri. Those days firewood would be used as fuel to cook the rice and the dishes. Guests would go home with the bunga telur too as a token of appreciation from the host. In return, they would present the host with 'wang sumbangan' or some cash. It was also quite common for the wedded couple to receive boxes of gifts, usually glassware and electrical appliances from their guests. These gifts would be placed beside the dias or pelamin as display items for the guests to see. Nowadays, couple receive department store shopping vouchers for them to purchase the items they need to start their home with.

The youth of the kampung would help to serve the guests as well as wash the dishes and the big blacken pots used in the cooking. Since youngsters hardly date during those times, such social functions like a Malay wedding would be one opportunity for them to get to know one other from the opposite sex. Names and address are exchanged for the next contact. No hand phone number or email addresses, mind you. If you want to keep in touch with the person you like, it's all done through the laborious means of letter writing. I wonder how many romances had bloomed and ended up in marriages when these youngsters met and helped out during such wedding feasts. Weddings are waited with bated breath by the youngsters for they might cross paths with their future life partner.


I still remember what the kampung folks did to keep the rain away on the wedding date. The chief chef would skewer a few pieces of shallots and red chilly through a satay stick. He would then poke the stick into the ground. Though many things associated with Malay wedding have changed and long gone, but this custom has not died out. I still see some wedding cooks practising this to keep away the clouds from bursting its moisture on the wedding day.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

LOVE SWEET LOVE

SPECIALLY FOR HAFEEZ & NAIMA

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Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Naima and Hafeez rule the Dewan that day

Yellow the colour of the royalty as they are the king and queen of the day

A wedding cake fit for the sweet moments of their life


Sharing the sweet times together


A touch up by the Mak Andam

Intimacy is what makes a marriage, not a ceremony, not a piece of paper from the state

Mum blessing the couple for a blissful life ahead
A family has grown bigger with the arrival of children

With Kak Salbiah, the groom's mum


Husin and Ba'ayah will throw another wedding function comes June

The Brotherhood of Four from different era

All smiles for Husin and Ba'ayah

Chains do not hold a marriage together. It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads which sew people together through the years


Abang Hasan, Kak Salbiah and their two daughters

Khatijah and me - still going strong in our career


A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.

The future lies in these youngsters' hands


A fairytale-like wedding full of grandeur and must I add romance?

HAFIZ & NAIMA

It was another wedding at Kluang again. I was hoping to stay a night at this rustic town but due to a national duty which I had to perform, the idea was abandoned.

As usual, the causeway was choked-blocked on Saturday morning. The usual 80mins drive took us two and half hours. We drove past dragon fruits farms, agro resorts and some orchid ville before reaching Kluang town. We needed to find our way to the Dataran Tasik Kluang for the wedding celebration.

The beating of the kompang sounded our arrival. We had reached just as the bride and the groom made their grand entrance into the humongous Dewan Sultan Ismail. Many of my cousins were already there, especially those from Penang. Didn't have much time to exchange news with them because they were either planning to leave Kluang that very day or had other agenda to fulfill.

As for me, it was time to snap, snap and snap.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011