I am an Indian by race and may I repeat again, by race.
It is actually very troublesome having to explain to everyone why I am an Indian and not Malay and why I look Chinese.
When I grew up, I was proud storying to them my roots.
When I grew up, I was proud storying to them my roots.
My great grandmothers who are hokkien and japanese, my grandmothers who are javanese and grandfathers who are indians.
Now I feel like a tape recorder already.
The husband always made a point that I understood where I came from and go back to my roots.
So last night, he took me out for supper after visiting his grandmother at SGH.
I was quite doubtful of the place initially. Maybe because it is non-airconditioned (melampau kan!) on a warm night. Maybe it was not very clean. But really it was all my paranoia.
*lol*
I narrowed down my meal to only paper masala thosai.
Only
So I did not want him to pick out so many choices.
We ordered. I sat and waited.
Then my eyes opened pretty wide when the waiter place this much gravy in front of my face!
So happy giler ok!
It is very rare that I get to feast on the gravy.
See! That is me!
That is how I like my paper masala to be!
Really terserlah my roots!
All their gravy are
In fact, I brought home some for dad and he enjoyed it too.
Now, mommy also wants to go and have it.
*lol*
The potatoes are nicely cooked. Soft yet chunky and every bite is heaven!
Yes, I was grinning from ear to ear and the husband insist that he has a photo taken of me.
If I am his pride, then so be it, despite almost zero make up after a full day at work and the whole evening in the hospital.
Head down to CMK 2001.
It is opposite Mustaffa Centre, next to Ananda Bhavan.
Thank you Husband.
I will not underestimate the location again okay! Excuse the cerewet pregnancy hormones.
Shall we head there again?
*cheeky smile*
xoxo
