HAPPY eID despite this is only my 3rd entry, sorry Madam Sitha

My relatives seem to know what to do the minute they step foot in my grandparents’ compound; busying themselves in the kitchen, in the lawn while some of us choose to laze on the couch and flip through tv channels instead. Sometimes, I feel like a foreigner in my own kampong simply because I have the least bit experience of chopping vegetables, heating up stoves let alone cook anything. You know how we neglect these things when we’re in the city but I’m telling you if you have a kampong and I mean a real kampong, you can’t help but to feel useless for not being able to help around much. I guess it really is crucial to know these things as you grow up, to be able to pick up what is meant to be inherited, a life’s lesson a woman ought to know by heart, with no cook book in hand to guide. Fine, I’ll learn to love the kitchen once I’m in a steady relationship okay? For now let me enjoy hahaha! :)

But this raya was a little different though. I actually made kuih talam the traditional method from SCRATCH (thanks to my wan)! My dad must be so friggin proud to have her daughter make his favourite dessert for raya. Be absolutely jealous. :)



Awesome raya, period. Xx