Ani, my Indonesian friend called me sharing a great news. She is pregnant. She told me that she got nausea and wanted Indonesian food. Fortunately my other friend's mom was in the States, so she cooked Indonesian home cooking for Ani. What a great treat, she said. I can imagine how happy I could be if I were in the same situation. When we are away from home not to mention when we are not feeling very well, simple food like beef floss, friend tempeh, rice porridge could mean the world. The difference is, I can't find one who can possibly cooking home food for me when I am craving
Ani also mention about mie Bandung and what caused it tasted like one. I said it was the noodle that the noodle shop had. Almost all mie Bandung owners in my city were families or relatives, so their secret recipe produces constant unique taste among Bandungnese noodle shops. As for Ani, it's the cut salted radishes that makes it taste like mie Bandung. I guess both of us were right, and both us missed Indonesian food much.
My family is a big fan of mie Bandung. Thanks to Ani, it didn't need more than a reminder of how good mie Bandung was to make me craving of it. Surely enough, I went to oriental market that evening I talked to her to buy bags of dried noodle and made one for ourself. I knew my noodle's taste was miles away from the original mie Bandung. *sigh That one is hard to duplicate.