I need to stop talking about food

™ 2005 – At a hawker stall in Malaysia with my cute (then) fifteen-year-old cousin being grumpy, per usual.

Finally went to the library to study today, and for lunch Wen Shu had Seafood Curry Laksa at Cafe Ami (formerly Ong’s food court at Arrow Building on Swanston), which smelt really yum. For a while back, I thought one of my favourite food was Nasi Lemak (because of my sister’s influence – you tend to get food envy, and she always ordered nasi lemak), BUT I have come to realise that it is actually CURRY LAKSA (not Asam – it’s too sour), because I always feel like ordering that and not Nasi Lemak (of course, until the food actually comes).

We were on the topic of curry laksa, with him really wanting to go to Malaysia to eat curry laksa (because he’s from Shanghai)… so I tried to insist to him that curry laksa is my favourite food (over his) but when I went back to Malaysia two years ago I hardly had a craving for it when I was there, most probably due to the heat. Which was kinda sad, because I ended up eating mostly nasi lemak, roti chanai, or McDonald’s Prosperity Burger (which is the world’s best burger, but they only sell it in Malaysia during Chinese New Year, but IT IS THE BEST). Then I delved into a whole rant about how the weather affects your eating habits – the heat does affect your cravings/desires for certain foods, unless you’ve been living there for a long time and you’re used to the heat, rarara. But of course he insisted that no matter WHAT he will still eat curry laksa as much as can when he gets to Malaysia (that is, if he ever gets there, hah!)

And if you’re wondering what relevance the photo has to this post: the conversation and the atmostphere in which we were discussing curry laksa (and the smell of the curry laksa) suddenly evoked memories of my intelligent little cousin and Malaysian food and the photos I kept taking of him, especially when he was eating.