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It's called: "I don't care meal - My eating Habit changes! The cooking part was unique and that was always be my favorite. We used firewood! I've never known how to cook with such 'ancient' equipments like that. You know what, the little place called kitchen didn't have enough ventilation, so the smoke was stuck inside that place. Thomas always said, kitchen is always be the saddest place, yeah…. We cooked with tears, coz the smoke got in our eyes. And one rule we have to do when we have our cooking's turn: Do not shower or wash our hair before, coz it's useless, after cooking you would smell like teen spirit. Uhm, I mean smell like you've been burnt. On the first days, me, Yuni and Frits ( Br. Lee arranged three of us to cook in the same day), cooked the regular meal, like vegetable soup, fried rice, fried noodle, and other simple Indonesian food… but later… don't ask….. We had lack of ideas what to cook, so uhm, we just simply put everything we had in our food…. And when Thomas asked;"what's the name of the food?" then we named the food as: "I don't care soup" or " sayur emang gue pikirin.." heheh… so far, there were no complaints about the taste. They always said " Ah, mashita!" Or "delicious!"… There are three
choices that I'm wondering about our cooking: After camp, my brother laughed out loud when he saw me for the first time after I came back from East Timor, he said that I looked so huge. Well, my weight increases 5 kilograms. I can't teased my brother ,"Huge and dark elephant!" (my brother is huge!) anymore, coz If I do it right now, he will answer, "Hey, Sis! See your own reflection in the mirror!" :D Anyway, how poor the condition in East Timor is, how ridiculous the food we ate (in this case: the food that me and Yuni cooked, the I don't care meals, remember?), but if we do anything with joy and we eat with a grateful heart, it'll become very nutritious and make us healthy. :D First, some of Korean friends amazed, because they said that the portion of meal that I , Yuni and Mirma ate was so little. Well , we replied that our digestion organs' capacity is not big enough. Anyway, when I arrived in Los Palos, Byeol always gave me A LOT of rice on our lunch and dinner time, once I refused, but well, later I didn't feel really good refusing all the time.. so I ate all the food she gave, and then I got used to eat that much. Don't blame me for eating much.. because eating together with friends always increase our appetites (excuse!excuse!), and I don't know why Byeol always bought cookies and snacks, that I can not refuse to eat….. The craziest is when I can eat really A LOT, one day I and all Indonesian participants were invited by a friend to had lunch in bis house, but Mana Jong had prepared our lunch in her restorant, (on the Evaluation day when all participants gathered in Los Palos), so first I came to Mana Jong's, had lunch there and then I went to his house.. there I had my second lunch! Geez… Until now, my brother keeps teasing me about the portion of my dinner and lunch, he says, "If I stand in Okke's dish that full of meal, I can see the whole Java island!" Duh, He's hyperbolic! But it's true, I eat a lot now…, and never miss every single meal time, not breakfast, nor lunch nor dinner ( plus supper and snacks..haha) Coz I realize, Not everybody as lucky as I am, who can have daily meal regularly. Talking about food, I miss paung so much, the local bread that Thomas usually bought to Atay's mum for our breakfast. It's delicious to eat in the morning, but in the noon, it'll be as hard as stone. (Hye Suk called it : stone bread). I wish I had opportunity to throw that bread to Lumpi and the gang! :D |
