Saturday, November 29, 2008
Penang is supposed to be a food haven. I guess it is for people with delicate taste buds, but I really can’t tell the difference between a plate of wantan mee that it’s noodles are supposedly starchier than the other or that a cup of soya bean milk is smoother/purer than normal.
I’m pretty much like some western tourists that believe that all exotic food taste like some variation of chicken. I guess one has to be a Penang-ite to know the difference. Great news is, both my parents are. And, wow, am I different.
My categories of food are divided into five. omgwtf GOOD, Good, Edible, Bad and Poison.
I kinda lumped all the good food into the Good category, without comparing it to the others; seeing that it has yet to hit my omgwtf GOOD category. (the omgwtf GOOD category consists of only one food I can think of at present moment, the taufu the Voons took me out for *salivates*)
But hey, kuay teow teng is always an A for me, as long as they contain the necessary helping of pork, crisp fresh veggies, smooth kuay teow and savoury soup (the sort that’s just nice, not too salty, which is a common occurence with KL food). Okay, maybe I AM picky as well. Still, as I enjoyed my bowl of noodles, my parents kinda went overboard comparing delicacies from Penang with the available ones in KL, and basically everywhere else. In freakish detail.
One thing about Penang food that it is still reasonably cheap (I mean, c’mon, 2.50 a bowl of kuay teow teng?) and comes in perfect portions. I always struggle to finish my food whenever I eat in Singapore, as it comes in gargantuan servings. Especially when it comes to noodles.
They resemble salad bowls, the ones you use to prepare the salad, not even the one you eat from; are filled up to the brim and are punctuated with tonnes of dressing, of which include assorted vegetables and huge chunks of meat. So yeah, they’re big portions. I’m not talking about school canteen stuff, but the ones you get when you eat at Orchard or a shopping complex. Not fast food restaurants either, but the food courts. No doubt, they taste good. But there’s only so much food one can take without spontaneously combusting. Really.
Anyway, even despite the lovely portions, my parents are still on the height of their “Operation: Make Rebecca Obese” campaign and ordered other lovely dishes that are of my favor. Resistance was futile, as huge amounts of food still ended up into my digestive systems despite my many refusals.
I’m pretty sure my jeans feel tighter than normal.
10:25 PM
