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Lontong Kering, Rendang Ayam, Sambal Kacang and Gatal Kote…

Lontong Kering, Rendang Ayam, Sambal Kacang and Gatal Kote…

Remember when i wrote that an aunt died and i was sad looking at my uncle because he was all alone yada~yada… well, you can stop feeling sorry for him. The ‘bereaved’ widower is getting marriend. YUP! IT”S TOO SOON, ISN’T IT? It’s not even 6 months yet, must be the case of ‘gatal kote’ mr. hubby said. He should know… He’s from the same species. This is is what i don’t get, my uncle looked so sad during the funeral, the red eyes, the tears and look at him now! Were they crocodile tears? How can he moved on so soon? Arwah’s things are still left like she was still around and my uncle is already in love with another? The engagement party was held last saturday and the wedding will be in March. I don’t know where the newlyweds (errkkh! tersedak tekak aku) are going to stay after the wedding but i hope he’s not going to stay in the same house. Anyway, since the parental unit was away busy being the kepala of the rombongan meminang (we were not allowed to go, by the way. Decree from THE MOTHER), i thought, what a perfect day to make lontong kering.

Eventhough i am a lazy ass, i love going through food blogs and collects recipes, looking at those beautiful pictures just makes me want to cook it. Of course, most of the time, laziness won but NOT last weekend. Last weekend, with great effort, i haul my big kaboos and went to the market to buy things needed to make chicken rendang, sambal goreng selangor, sambal kacang and of course, pre-cooked lontong. I couldn’t be bothered making my own ‘pressed rice’ (what basically lontong means in english..)

First, the chicken rendang. I got the recipe from here, i just love the pictures she took and that just motivates me to cook…..most of the times..:grin: Go visit her site for the recipes, my fingers hurt from yesterdays ordeal ūüėČ Next the sambal kacang, since i am a renegade when it come to following recipes to the letter, i can’t give the exact measurements :

1) a bowl of dried chilies (cut, throw away the seeds and boil for a few minutes before blending)

2) 4 shallots and 2 garlic (peeled)

3) a small knob of belacan

4) a small knob of lengkuas or galanggal

5) a bowl of fried  and pounded peanuts (i cheat, bought the ready pounded one)

6) tamarind juice, oil, sugar and salt to taste and wallaaa….

Another of my guilty pleasures is buying cooking magazines. I used to love SAJI. Guess where the sambal goreng recipe comes from? It’s from SAJI June 2004. Here’s the renegade recipe:

1/2 kg of chicken liver (boil, drain, salt and turmeric, fried and diced when cooled)

2 packets of tempe (cubed and fried)

2 kubes of Soybean curd (hard ones)

2 potatoes (cubed and fried)

long beans and carrots


3 shallots, 2 garlic (sliced)

6 birdseye chillies, belacan, dried anchovies (pounded)

1/2 cup coconut milk, 1/4 cup tamarind juice, 3 tbsp soysauce and a small knob of lengkuas-bruised

After 1 1/2 hours slaving in the kitchen, i dozed off for 3 hours….. hahahaha…. nampak sangat aku memang pemalas..

Cranky like a stuffed baboon..

Cranky like a stuffed baboon..

I haven’t been posting for quite a while. No motivation and just plain lazy. I find that during this ramadan month, i am wayyyyy more cranky than usual. Wait, cranky is not the right word, jackass is more like it. i find fault with everything, from the way other people drive to why can’t hubby shut up and let me daydream in peace…. Speaking of the¬†bontot-ayam-mouth devil, we had a ‘misunderstanding’¬†on saturday night¬†and he gave me the cold shoulder (i.e not speaking to me the whole sunday. Drama kan laki aku..) and guess what…. it didn’t bother me. I¬†was ok with that…. because it means i have more ‘me’ time…. Aku boleh masak sesuka hati aku, boleh tergolek depan tv sesuka hati aku and most of all i don’t have someone¬†interrupting me when i want to listen to the¬†‘Coors’, damn it! *sigh*…… I love him but he suffocates me…. I am¬†used to making decisions for myself, so when he wants to take over, i resent it! Being my husband does not mean, he can control the way i think, the way i talk, the way i drive… especially the way i drive. I have enough stress from other drivers, i don’t need a driving instructor in the car (who doesn’t drive by the way..) and i did tell him that, i said ‘sayang, we can’t have two drivers for one car. I’M driving, so … please…. (shut up!)’ and he told me ‘balik ni ambik air sembahyang, you ni apsal asik nak marah je..’

I don’t know… maybe i’m having early menopause symptons (shit!, 35 is too young..) maybe i’m just being an asshole but i¬†still think he should butt out when i’m driving….