Smashed Potatoes and Belanga, The Gardens

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Baby chat potatoes can be quite delusional.

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Some think they’re royalty.

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Some gather with the flock and graze on imaginary grass.

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The brave ones enter the waters like Jacques Cousteau and swim with the sharks.

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But my baby chats…..

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They get smashed. 

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It’s easy, really.  After boiling them in salt water, I smashed them with the back of a mug, sprinkled herbs and added a dollop of garlic butter on each potato, after which I chucked them into the oven and baked them until the skin turned crisp.

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There weren’t any spring onions in my fridge, so I chopped some coriander instead. (The gorgeous plate is a gift from the girl from Abu Dhabi.)

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Just before the potatoes were done in the oven, I sprinkled some grated cheese on them.  I later added some sour cream and topped them off with the chopped coriander.  Now that’s what I call smashing carbs. (And my apologies to them as they never lived to see the Queen.  Or roll in hay.  Or swim with sharks.)

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Hubby’s from Kelantan and I love Kelantanese food.  I can’t recall if I loved Kelantanese food before my Kelantanese man, or whether the Kelantanese man came before the Kelantanese food, or whether the Kelantanese food came as a result of the Kelantanese man.  And sometimes, we don’t have to overanalyse things to explain why we love something so dearly.  It’s all about acceptance and drifting along with the currents of Sungai Pahang.

Nasi kerabu

When trying Kelantanese food, there are two staples for me – nasi kerabu and nasi dagang.  The nasi kerabu at Belanga breaks away from the traditional appearance of rice stained in blue, a natural colouring obtained from bunga telang (clitoria).  The rice is a warm yellow, and it is served with various types of ulam or raw vegetables, chopped finely so that the vegetables can be easily mixed with the rice to form a fistful of refreshing green flavours.  I had my nasi kerabu with ayam percik, a barbequed chicken marinated in lemongrass, chilli and turmeric, in a slightly pinkish gravy.  The mound of rice was topped with kerisik (grated coconut) and more gravy.  A slice of hard boiled salted egg and some keropok (fish crackers) completed the meal.

Nasi dagang

On another occasion, upon Paprika’s insistence on eating rice, I tried the nasi dagang at Belanga.  I remember having a packet of uncooked nasi dagang rice sitting in my kitchen for a long time as I didn’t have any inkling how to cook it.  I eventually gave it to my mother-in-law as I figured she’d do more justice to that precious rice.  Nasi dagang has two key ingredients – rice, a combination of glutinous and wild rice (which gives it a slightly purplish tinge) and ikan tongkol.  Everything else is secondary.  The nasi dagang at Belanga was deliciously rich, a perfect foil for the creamy curry.

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Paprika had the nasi dagang with kerutup daging.  Unfortunately, in Paprika’s words, “the meat was tough as nails”!

Laksam

What we both agreed was that the laksam was outstanding.  The white fish gravy with its somewhat grainy texture was a very good canvas for the rolled noodles (not to be confused with chee cheong fun).  A chilli paste is provided on the side if you want it more spicy.

Asam laksa

Also available is asam laksa (noodles in fish based soup).

Check out Fatboybakes’ review here.

Belanga
LG 230B, The Gardens Mall
KL 

Paramount Coffee Shop, Sungei Wang Plaza and Saika Vinegar Drink

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It was the world’s cheapest sang har meen.  Or at least, that’s what it appeared to me in my well-protected cocoon. At only RM8.50 a plate with some fresh juicy prawns thrown into a lovely eggy sauce, I certainly had no complaints.

I am not sure if I shall be able to find this coffee shop again on my own though. Ecstatic Eeyore had led me through a maze of shops quite like the catacombs of Rome, where amidst some beauty salons and shops selling cheap nail polish and hair products, there stood a coffee shop, rather displaced in the surroundings. It was a real coffee shop, not one of those beautified kopitiams made to resemble the real thing with muted yellow lighting for subdued ambience and without the 20 year old grime. This one had white tiled walls, bright fluorescent light and a couple of stalls selling chicken rice and chap fan (mixed rice).

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Also good was the lor meen (RM8.50) with a thick gooey sauce made even more delicious with a dash of vinegar.

Paramount Coffee Shop
2nd Floor (near the arcade), Sungei Wang Plaza,
Jalan Sultan Ismail,
Kuala Lumpur.

Open for lunch only.

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When I visited my friend, Machiko, in Singapore last year, in addition to enjoying some glorious Japanese food with her (because eating Japanese with a Japanese epitomises the saying “You complete me.” Tom Cruise be damned), she offered me an interesting beverage.

“It’s rice vinegar,” she smiled. “It’s good for your health.” She had poured one part of vinegar and diluted it with three parts of water. I sniffed it. It definitely smelled of vinegar.

Always game to try new things, I took a sip. It tasted like vinegar, obviously. But to make it more palatable, other ingredients had been added to it. My Red Grape Vinegar drink had grape juice sourced from the Nagano prefecture in Japan, and it tasted like a sourer version of Ribena.

After a couple of sips, putting aside all thoughts of drinking vinegar and imagining that it was just another drink, I thought it was rather good. Of course, I’m addicted to all things sour. I love anything with an acidic taste, and my salivary glands immediately work at full speed at all thoughts of sour food items. Like now. My saliva’s dripping faster than the Victoria falls in Zimbabwe.

“The Japanese have been drinking vinegar for years,” Machiko explained. “It is used as a digestive, for lowering blood pressure, for reducing fatigue and for improving calcium absorption.” It was almost the Medicine Man’s panacea for all illnesses. Me? I just liked the taste. I gave it thumbs and toes up.

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This year, a package arrived for me from Singapore. Machiko had sent me three bottles of the vinegar drink which I loved so much. Aside from the Red Grape, there was a bottle of Acacia Honey Vinegar drink and a bottle of Citrus Sudachi (citrus fruit with a zestier flavour and aroma compared to lemons or limes) Vinegar Drink. My personal favourite is still the Red Grape, but the others are pretty good too. The Honey tastes closest to the original flavour, while the Citrus is very refreshing. A great idea is to use this in a salad (as one would do with balsamic vinegar) to give it a light and zesty flavour.

A 300ml bottle retails at S$17.  Further information can be found on their website.

Saika Products,
61 Heng Loong Building, Bukit Batok Crescent, No 08-07,
Singapore, 658078.

Tel: +65 6316 2790

Fukuya, One Bangsar

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Turning on my computer at home is like being in a new relationship.  “Will I get lucky tonight?” sums it all up.  And right now, it looks like my hymen is going to stay intact for a while longer.

The recent elections has taught us one thing – more power to the people.   With flexed muscles, bulging biceps and a boost of foolhardy egocentric power, I now propose a vote against my broadband service provider

I apologize for the lack of updates.  Blame it on them.  I’ll be glad to give you their number.  I hope you like elevator music.

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When I travel, I rarely buy souvenirs for myself.  But wherever I go, I can’t resist one thing – hats.  I am not talking about the kind of hats those high society women wear to Ascot.  No, no, absolutely not.  My hats are far more eyecatching, I assure you and I’ve learnt to wear them with more finesse than an elephant can muster (which isn’t saying a lot, but I never did claim to be graceful).

Naturally, my green hat which I bought at the Guinness Storehouse in Dublin came in useful on St. Patrick’s Day.  I need to find more “green” events to parade this hat, but for that day, we maximised the 10 Euros worth by rotating it among ourselves.

Anyway, there were a lot of Irish folk at Mont Kiara last Saturday as Malaysians renounced their nationality for the sake of a free beer.   The St. Patrick’s Day celebration, hosted by Guinness, saw lots of food, drinks and leprechauns with chinese accents.

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For more stories, check out Boolicious’ take on the event.

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Just hours before the partying, we were having a more subdued affair at the newly opened Fukuya at One Bangsar.  I must say that I went there with some apprehension.  When it comes to Japanese food, my first criteria is always freshness, and a close second is creativity, like in the pairing of foods and their presentation.  How can I not have high expectations of Japanese food, especially taking into account the extravagant prices we pay?  My first time at Fukuya (at Jalan Delima KL) was when we celebrated Paprika’s 23rd birthday.  A sweep of the billowing black curtains at the main entrance revealed a restaurant akin to a rich man’s home complete with  courtyards and secret rooms. But the food was so ordinary that we felt a little shortchanged. 

However, I do believe that everyone deserves a second chance.  Boo had tried the lunch kaiseki and had given it a glowing review.  Affected by her enthusiasm, I agreed to have lunch with her and Splashie Boy at the Bangsar outlet.  I ordered the Mini Kaiseki which seemed quite a steal at a little over RM50.  The appetiser came beautifully presented.  A delicately flavoured sea-urchin tofu that literally melted in the mouth, a grilled clam, a couple of rather chewy pieces of squid and plum-simmered ice fish made up the first course.  The soup was a very clear, subtly flavoured clam soup with a hint of flavour derived from the thinly sliced leeks.  My sashimi platter was a generous serving of thickly cut pieces of fish, and I thought the most outstanding one was what appeared to be white tuna which had a nice creamy taste.  The next serving was a beautifully paired combination of grilled salmon with pickled young papaya which resulted in a combination of sweet and savoury with a bit of crunch.  I loved the simmered dish – beef that literally melted in my mouth as I took every bite.  The tempura was crunchy and a delight to eat.  And the shokuji dish of noodles made for a simple ending to a meal that got me gasping with delight at every bite.  The dessert that day was fresh fruits and a lime sorbet that was very refreshing.

Fukuya is now a firm favourite for me as far as kaiseki lunches go.

Fukuya
One Bangsar, 63B Jalan Ara,
Bangsar Baru 59100 Kuala Lumpur.
Tel : 603 2282 1111
Fax : 603 2282 5959

Operation Hours
[ Lunch ] Noon – 2.30pm
[ Dinner ] 6.30pm – 10.30pm

Also see SC’s review here.

appetiser

No. 1 – Appetiser

  plum simmered ice fish

Plum simmered ice fish – woooooo look at the eyes

soup

No. 2 – Soup

sashimi

No. 3 – Sashimi

grilled dish

No. 4 – Grilled dish

simmered dish

No. 5 – Simmered dish

fried dish

No. 6 – fried dish

noodles

No. 7 – Noodles

dessert

No. 8 – Dessert