one thing that struck me funny is how my sisters dubbed things that mama cooked...just now, when i was talking to my sister gegel, she said that there were still lots of 'baby fish' left from lunch (considering how lazy my sisters are, they will wait until kingdom come for food...they'd rather starve than get into the car n find sustenance, or cook, God forbid)...this term came about last year (i think)...mama fried these small fishes (the fish is really small, like really teeny-tiny in proportion, like the size of a third of my palm...the name of the said fish escaped my mind, err, more like i never knew the name of the things i shovel in my troat) and i think at that time she assumed that we (as in her hungry brood, 5 of us) were not fond of fried fish, thus she fried around 10 small fishes (waste not, that's mama's motto...okay, i think it was a bit more, but let's stick to the story shall we?)...
to make this long story short, the number was not enough to sustain mama's ever hungry brood (not that we make an effort to fry more, which is the best possible next move since i was pretty sure there were more in the fridge, if only we move our butts to look)...my sister, gegel said something like 'mama there was not enough fish to go around!if u are planning to cook this 'baby fishes', u must cook more!2 per person is not enough, we're starving!' (or something that went like that)...thus, the name stuck...poor fried fish becomes baby fish...
she was not being rude...that's how my mom interact with my sisters...they have the craziest conversations that i've ever heard...my sisters, jaja n gegel, love to tease mama...mama have the craziest notions on almost everything....like, she said to me once years ago that hotel food is funny, so she'll not eat a lot (she'll rather not eat at all but then again that'll be wasting right?)...considering how much meals we consume at hotels around kl, i'm surprised mama will even try to eat...like during my high school grad ceremony (we had that in istana hotel in kl), she didn't eat much as she said the food is weird (it was chinese food, how weird can that be, u tell me?)...anyway, mama also said something that cooked fish bought from outside unless it's curried fish bought from the mamak restaurants, is smelly, so she will never buy cooked fish from restaurants n hawker stalls, or even a hotel for that matter....wait...unless they are fried...fried fish has no smell...
moving on, gegel told me that mama is taking an off day today...that means no cooking (she does this now and then, understandable since she must need respite from feeding her pirahnas)...so, my sisters rather go hungry than find food...i asked gegel to ask her elder sister, jaja to cook something...she went like this 'are u crazy?asking the second mama (that's jaja...lately she has the tendency to turn into mama, like her fondness of lecturing on and on) to cook is akin to asking for an early death' (quoting word by word here, kid me not)...i understood...jaja is really scary sometimes...she is the unofficial eldest sister (me, i'm a ornament in the family, to be displayed by useless in function)...
the funny thing is, if i'm at home, i turn into a slouch potato like them...we are entirely different creatures at home, my sisters and i...i'm sure by now baba has resignedly concluded that he will never has a chance to taste his daughters cooking (he has 4 growned up daughters, for goodness sake...he is asking God, is that request too much???and mama has valiantly accepted her role as an official family cook forever)...what can i say?i'd rather eat mama's cooking than mine...mama is such a lovely cook compared to me and i'm not strong enough to face criticisms (my dad, i'm almost sure, will always find my cooking lacking relative to mama's)...now, it's time to eat all the baby fishes that mama cooked...
to make this long story short, the number was not enough to sustain mama's ever hungry brood (not that we make an effort to fry more, which is the best possible next move since i was pretty sure there were more in the fridge, if only we move our butts to look)...my sister, gegel said something like 'mama there was not enough fish to go around!if u are planning to cook this 'baby fishes', u must cook more!2 per person is not enough, we're starving!' (or something that went like that)...thus, the name stuck...poor fried fish becomes baby fish...
she was not being rude...that's how my mom interact with my sisters...they have the craziest conversations that i've ever heard...my sisters, jaja n gegel, love to tease mama...mama have the craziest notions on almost everything....like, she said to me once years ago that hotel food is funny, so she'll not eat a lot (she'll rather not eat at all but then again that'll be wasting right?)...considering how much meals we consume at hotels around kl, i'm surprised mama will even try to eat...like during my high school grad ceremony (we had that in istana hotel in kl), she didn't eat much as she said the food is weird (it was chinese food, how weird can that be, u tell me?)...anyway, mama also said something that cooked fish bought from outside unless it's curried fish bought from the mamak restaurants, is smelly, so she will never buy cooked fish from restaurants n hawker stalls, or even a hotel for that matter....wait...unless they are fried...fried fish has no smell...
moving on, gegel told me that mama is taking an off day today...that means no cooking (she does this now and then, understandable since she must need respite from feeding her pirahnas)...so, my sisters rather go hungry than find food...i asked gegel to ask her elder sister, jaja to cook something...she went like this 'are u crazy?asking the second mama (that's jaja...lately she has the tendency to turn into mama, like her fondness of lecturing on and on) to cook is akin to asking for an early death' (quoting word by word here, kid me not)...i understood...jaja is really scary sometimes...she is the unofficial eldest sister (me, i'm a ornament in the family, to be displayed by useless in function)...
the funny thing is, if i'm at home, i turn into a slouch potato like them...we are entirely different creatures at home, my sisters and i...i'm sure by now baba has resignedly concluded that he will never has a chance to taste his daughters cooking (he has 4 growned up daughters, for goodness sake...he is asking God, is that request too much???and mama has valiantly accepted her role as an official family cook forever)...what can i say?i'd rather eat mama's cooking than mine...mama is such a lovely cook compared to me and i'm not strong enough to face criticisms (my dad, i'm almost sure, will always find my cooking lacking relative to mama's)...now, it's time to eat all the baby fishes that mama cooked...
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