Above: Home-made keropok flown from Sarawak :)
New year, hopefully different shit. Unlike the previous "new years". Nothing beats the scent of freshly fried keropok and a bowl of steaming soup chock full to the brim with sotong, vegetable and meatballs. I was lucky enough this year to stuff my face with steamboat goodies at an aunty's place.
I miss Chinese New Year at home, where ma famille often spends it in the godawfully humid and sometimes acrid-smelling town of Port Dickson. Us children often gambled and played PlayStation 2 into the wee hours of the morning. We then would wake up up to go visit the old folks around town. That would take about an entire day, maybe with a nap in between or something. My sister and I would be saturated with Yeo's packet drinks (I lurrveee their soy bean and winter melon, fyi) and keropok and kacang. Yum, yum.
Well, this year, however, we decided to make something of ourselves instead of loafing around pointlessly and do something productive. Et voila.
The char siew was a major failure after I realized that I had already started on the wrong foot by buying the wrong cut of meat from Waitrose. Srs fail, btches. If you look closely, you will see that it is almost 99% fat. Yummeh. In my defence, new year, new mistakes. The ma po tofu was fine though, as were the delightfully erratic looking dumplings.
We also managed to spring clean before the clock struck 12. Hurray for not sweeping out good fortune during the New Year! My late greatgrandmother always said it was bad luck to clean during the New Year. That is indeed fifteen days worth of dust that will accumulate on your windowsill - not that that hasn't been accomplished in this flat on a regular basis, though..