The Bawang Story
Never ever
burn the “bawang”.
Especially – 2
days before Raya. Yup, I aren’t kidding.
How do you
feel of making the biggest mistake 2 days before the festive week. Funny isn’t?!
But, it was not that funny until your mom started to growl like a tiger with
anger.
It was 6.45pm,
almost to 7pm.
Mom called me
down to help up with the onions as I just reach home from facing a terrible
traffic jam.
I did not hesitant,
just climb down the stairs and give my hand to hers.
My mind was a
little blank and blurred due to fatigue. But I still manage to helping mom with
the rendang dishes.
“Jie, tolong
mak goreng bawang ya malam ni” – Mom
“Yaaaaa ma.” –
I answered thoroughly.
The Wok was
full with half bowl of cooking oil and the “bawang” is grilling.
I was in a
dreamy-blurred state, as I did not bath yet after all the body sweats.
Suddenly…I
smell something burning. Like you overcooked a dish with high temperature that
create a grilling aroma.
SHIT, MAAAAA –
by the time I screamed, it was too late.
Mom was on
fire mode the moment she enter the kitchen and she was too angry of my negligence.
I apologize
numerous times yet she forbade me to enter the kitchen.
I gathered all
the remaining onions left in the kitchen and start to peel one by one. It took
me about 1 hour 30 minutes to peel off 500gm of onions, including 4 homegrown
onions, 1 big slice of ginger and some cloves of garlics.
The remaining
ingredients are used for Chicken Rendang and Kuah Kacang. (I hate kuah kacang –
pimples.)
Mom noticed my
actions and wants me to stop after I peel the last onion in the basket.
Finally,
finished everything, I wash both of my hands and head back to sleep.
Mom giving me
a slow “Go to sleep” tone as a way of comforting me.
(Before I
sleep, Bae stopped by to pick his Raya Snacks and joked “ You smell like bawang…Mak
Cik Bawang…” – poker face on.)
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