Mona Lisa dans notre cafe:
La Tete a Claques en personne!
Une montagne de cadeaux!!!
Le tonneau d'or!
Un bain de soleil:
La bonne bouffe:
Motel Belle Vue!
L'enfer sur terre:
Ou sont les baigneurs?
La capuche!
1. Terry dessine un coeur dans le sable pour Francesca...
Le pilote!
Meanwhile, it's been a while since I updated this blog, but we've eaten a lot of food during that time, believe it or not. When we got back from Malaysia, we salved our grief at no more roti canai by frying up some zucchini flowers, making some potato and mint ravioli and a big bowl of lentil soup. The lentil soup was a startling green and absolutely delicious, but the photo looked godawful, so it's not pictured here.
Fresh pistachio season also came and went! I bled from under the fingernails to enjoy it, but it was so lovely. We made some into ice cream (mm!) but the rest was just scoffed.
And I think this was how we dealt with a surfeit of watermelon:
And boy, I love roasting chicken.
This was a particularly good one in KL with Mei Ling.
And this is the roti man at the market. I like his hat!
We were only in Taiping about four days, but Jason became a regular at one particular roti shop - this would be why:
Meanwhile, apart from the roti, we were in Malaysia for the wedding of my lovely cousin Tyng Yee. Here is groom David, as tradition dictates, begging to be let into the bridal room. The bride has the right to demand whatever she likes in exchange for entry, which meant David had to sing a song, do some pushups (he contracted these out to various male relatives) and eventually gather the boys around him to try and force his way in, in the process finding out that the various small female attendants inside were a lot stronger than they looked.
But he made it inside, and why wouldn't he want to, with Tyng Yee looking this gorgeous inside (don't worry, we weren't there at the time).
The first breakfast upon arrival - a plumptious plate of chicken blood.
And Lake Gardens looking serene.
'Chicken skin that melts in your mouth like butter' quoth my father blissfully, for at least the entire three hours before we got to dinner.
And silky silky noodles! My favourite bit.
The aftermath:
But mostly Jason went back for the teh tarik:
And the nasi lemak:
And the durian, even though it wasn't the season - my mother practically leapt for the steering wheel from the back seat to get us back to this stall, the only one we saw for our entire trip.
Stinky goodness.
And there was crab. Lots of crab.
Fingers shiny with deliciousness!
And beautiful, beautiful oyster pancakes.
And otak otak.
And curry mee.
And roti canai, but so much of that it will need its own entry.
Here is the aforementioned monkey (baby in tow):
Here is a pretty butterfly. I also have a video of a hornbill regurgitating a nut and feeding it to his mate and babies who were holed up inside a tree, but have not mastered the technology to post it.
