Saturday, November 1, 2008 9:22:37 AM
Saw this post in The Star Online
(Malaysian newspaper). So hurry you married muslim man out there go and grab the opportunity. After all it is RM1000 we are talking about here. Not only you will be richer but you will be helping the society and the goverment while expanding your harem. Come on think about it, you are doing good here.Malacca may give RM1,000 to men who take them as second wivesMARRIED men in Malacca may receive RM1,000 from the state government if they choose to take poor, single mothers as second wives, reported Harian Metro.
The daily quoted Malacca Chief Minister Datuk Seri Mohd Ali Rustam, who made the proposal, as stressing that the incentive would be given on condition, among others, that the men do not divorce their first wives.
He said the move was not to encourage polygamy but to ease the burden of single mothers who are dependent on welfare aid from various parties.
“The matter is still being considered. The state government will decide following discussions with various parties, including the Malacca Islamic Religious Department, Women and Family Development Council and Welfare Department,” he said.
In an effort to curb social ills such as illicit sex and Mat Rempit, Mohd Ali said the state government would consider giving a similar incentive to youths who get married before 30.
“Currently, young women have been discovered to have illegitimate children, tarnishing the image of Islam and that of their families.”
Monday, October 20, 2008 10:49:17 AM
Got some potatoes and lettuces so what can you do with it? Papa a la Huancaína. This dish was introduced by a Peruvian friend. The vegetarian part of the Mosses loved it so much so we just had to have the recipe. Of course a lot of the real ingredients are not exactly what we can get here, so improvise it is then. Instead of using the ají amarillo (yellow Peruvian hot pepper) we used the West Indies chilli peppers. We think it is good enough and a hell of a lot more spicy. 1 is good enough to burn your tongue. We were given some of the dried ají amarillo but decided not to use it but instead those that we could get here. The sauce is the yummy bit about this dish.
Dried Ají amarillo
West Indies chilli
West Indies chilli (unripe)
The end result.....
A nice meal for vegetarian.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008 4:50:13 PM
Last weekend on one of our lazy afternoon walk we found a nice patch of lettuce fields just around the corner from we we live. So today I decided to head out there to get a few pictures of those fresh lettuces. Got to give me a break since this is my real lettuce that still have it's root planted in the muddy soil. Exciting, huh? Well, it is for me. Call me 'jakun' if you like but I am sure not many of you have seen peanut tree or a pineapple plant. So there I went with my camera and an army jacket looking like a press photographer. After a few snaps, along came a little doggie with with his master on a bike. "Vous cherchez quoi??!!"
Oh....good day, sir. Just taking some pictures.Quel droit avez-vous ?
(Gulp) Smile the sweetest smile....
After much compliments about his beautiful lettuce fields and how interesting is it for me, he became the nicest French farmer I have ever met. (Not that I knew any other farmer) Much exchange about where I come from.
SingapourAh...Vous venez de Chine.
Non, non.... Vous connaissez Malaisie?Errrr....?????
Soon we were touring around Asia from Indonesia to Japan. He finally relented and said "tous sont des Asiatiques". Okay la.....somewhere there la. The farmer pointed out what he have planted, chicorée scarole, laitue Batavia, romaine, laitue feuille de chêne verte/rouge and céleri. He then later proudly (yet sad )told me that he is the only maraîcher (market gardener) left around this area. All the rest are old now and retired. "Je suis tout seul maintenant".
Now what are we going to do? No more salad to grace our table??? Meat, meat, meat and more meat. Nah....we don't want to contribute to global warming do we.
The farmer got a call on his posh mobile phone and received a few orders for his lettuces. "Mais je n'ai pas de persil."
With that a good deal was done and that definitely made his day. "ça va continuer"
. He told me to continue taking pictures before cycling off.
Ahh...what a nice maraîcher. Ahh...quelle jolie fille.
Monday, October 6, 2008 3:21:35 PM
Yup! Verdict are out. After months of not knowing which kind of chilli will I get, I finally can confirmed that these 2 managed to survived. I'd practically thrown in 3 to 4 kinds of chilli seeds in the pots, basically any of those that I can find in the supermarket here. Each time whenever I buy any kind of chilli from the market for cooking I will throw the seeds in the garden. They were sprouting like crazy over spring. Some managed to survived in the over crowded growth. Here are the pictures of the pleasantly surprise survival of the fittest.
West Indies Chili Peppers
Monday, October 6, 2008 1:31:07 PM
My craze for rosemary started back in Singapore. All very much attributed to a friend of mine who cooked fantastic rosemary cream chicken and rosemary roast potatoes. I can still taste that lovely creamy chicken that we chomped down at work pantry. Soon every dinner invitation to the couple's home is a must have main course. The Italian Chef will proudly show his culinary skill and knowledge. That fabulaso dish can only be created with the right kind of extra virgin olive oil, a few cloves of garlic, the right kind of panna (only from Italy), a good sprinkle of rosemary and a whole lot of patience. Slow heat and slow cooking will get the cream just perfect. They again demonstrated how a few stalks of these woody Mediterranean herbs can do to BBQ meat. I was practically inhaling on the rosemary stalk the whole evening through.
Some say that the name derives from the Latin name rosmarinus, which literally means "dew of the sea". How poetic, don't you think. I read online that Rosemary has a very old reputation for improving memory. Now that is for sure as whenever I get a whiff of rosemary it will definitely evoke my memory of cream chicken and roast potatoes!
A few weeks back I dried some rosemary that I picked from a park. Because of some renovation those rosemary bush will be uprooted and rather than let it go to waste I decided to put them into good use.
Rosemary are planted everywhere around here. It is used a lot in landscaping. They are found everywhere from the park to the road side. A friend who came over for a visit was telling me how difficult it is for them to even buy it in the supermarket in Germany. They just can't believe it that we could just pick it off the parks and side roads. We have a little rosemary bush next to the garden patch but it do not look very healthy and with all those cats in the neighbourhood that likes to pooh and pee in ever little bit of ground.... yikes. Not going to take the risk of ruining my yummy potatoes.
I had a little robust pot of rosemary before. No matter what they say about how easy it is to grow even for beginner gardeners I still managed to kill it. So for a while I had to drop by the supermarket for my rosemary fix. But now I am just being the little naughty me and picked some off the parks. A few stalks here and there, dried it up and viola, a jar of rosemary.
Sunday, June 1, 2008 4:42:35 PM
My first Pineapple in France.
After much pondering what kind of fruit would I want for the weekend.....tough decision from the abundance choices of fruits available here ;)Hmmm....
Mossman : Bananas?
Mossman : Kiwis? Pears? Grapes? Abricots?
Jazz: No,no,no....Hey, Ananas!
So good old Mossman went of to the supermarket to get me a pineapple.
It has been a while since the last time I skin?peel?cut one. So all the memory came flooding back from those days when poor me had to help my mom cut them. It was those days when my mom was running a school canteen and preparing meals for those students.
Tell you it was no fun when you had to wake up early in the morning to help with opening up the canteen and preparing food for those brats. Especially when I am left with no choice since I am the "lucky" one to be in the afternoon school session when the rest of the siblings were in the morning.
Wake up 6 something in the morning, got the food and the canteen ready for the students. (Still remember how I had to carry a huge tray of yellow noodles from my house to the canteen and drop them a few times. Obviously got a good lashing after that). A short pause when the class started. Good old me got to take a little break, doing my school work more like it and then have to take my little annoying sister to the kinder school. Come back, help my mom with preparing food for the students lunch. Get the canteen ready again and wait for the brats to come charging when the school bell rings. After a mad chaos of hundreds of hungry brats clawing for their lunch, it's my turn to make a quick dash to get change and get my school bag ready for my bus to school.
Back in those days there was only 1 bus every couple of hours so if I should miss that bus, I would get another good lashing from the man of the house. So little me has to make sure I am out there on time at the big gate waiting for the blue bus. The journey was 1 hour away. After a good learning day in a convent school, back I go again for another 1 hour of journey in the big blue bus. Must not miss that particular bus back as well or else I will have to spend the night in a bus station. Get back, tired and groggy from the short nap in the bus, shower, eat, homework, a few slaps and canes from my dad for being lazy and stupid. In bed by 10 30 pm and up again at 6am. Everything stayed about the same for the next 2 years.
Good old pineapple. Bitter sweet it can be. So much it can do by just being.