“What did you say the name was?”
While trying to pronounce the strange sounding word correctly several times, I reached out for the amplang on the table.
Biting into the crunchy snack, my taste buds began to digest its intense burst of flavour.
A waft of freshly cut ketupat fills the air. On the stove, the chicken curry simmers slowly in the pot. Even the beef rendang has been cooked to perfection.
The plates, cups and utensils are neatly arranged and small jars filled with crispy cookies. The cookies are made early as these can be stored in airtight containers.
The house is spick and span, and new with a fresh coat of paint. Everything is new (or almost new!) and neat and tidy to usher in Hari Raya Aidilifitri.
The trees bristle violently in the chill wind.
A large orange nose peers shyly from the tree tops. Wide-eyed with weary lines under its eyes, the proboscis scans the horizon.
Another tiny face peers from the leaves. It’s a tiny, baby proboscis, hanging tightly onto its furry mum.