Pepper & Salt, no Soya Sauce
Having breakfast with girlfriends is one very happy thing to do; at least it is for me. It is kind of pampering to enjoy the food, and at the same time having a little girl-talk, its fun. Kopi ‘o’ or teh tarik with tosai, roti, or telor setengah masak would be just fine. Thank goodness, I was able to do it in Serdang too! (Mucho gracias mi mejor amigas por hacerlo conmigo-you know who you are ;))
Last Wednesday, I had my favourite McD breakfast with Jaime. As I know I am a clumsy person, but Jaime is no better than I am. She put creamer into her tea instead of sugar =D. So, it turned out, she had ‘teh tarik’ in McD. Two of us at one small table were like—two buffalo in a china shop. It was as if we were back in those hehehaha days in KSAH.
As usual, my Sausage McMuffin and Jaime’s Big McBreakfast served with pepper & salt. As Jaime put the pepper over her egg scramble, she mumbled, ‘aiya no tau yew (soya sause)’. It was somewhat cute: A Chinese girls in a fast food restaurant thinking of Soya sauce.
I thought this’ little sacrifice we make to eat in a western eatery. Even though you like best to have egg scramble with Soya sauce instead of salt. This picture reminded of one particular episode of Queer Eye for the Straight Guys. The straight guy from the States was married to an Italian beauty. He said something to the wife that was really touched at an Italian style dinner that he prepared for her. It went something like this: ‘I know when one moved to the States, there are a lot of things they have to leave behind, their family, mother tongue, and culture. But, there’s one thing that they can always have it with them, it was food’
You will never have to leave your home food behind no matter wherever you are.How true is that?
It was only a breakfast at McD, and while seven 11 is just steps away to get a bottle of Soya sauce! You are already thinking of it.
We can have nasi lemak in Paris.But it is never the same ‘nasi lemak’.
*What-so-ever, I’d love to live through the feeling of having nasi lemak in Paris, whether I will like it, or not.
