I've been freed from cooking this past three weeks. My parents in law visited us, and my mom in law cooked for us everyday. I made a list of food I missed from home, and she gladly cooked those for us. It was nice to get home smelling sweet aroma from our kitchen. Now that they are in my bro in law's house, we can still enjoy some leftover she purposely set aside for us for two weeks ahead.
It is hard to get Indonesian food in our city. There are some Indonesian-food wannabes from some Asian restaurants, but none is satisfying. The closest 'real' Indonesian restaurants from our city is in Atlanta, which is 3-4 hour driving. For some people we know, it is worth the drive, since making Indonesian food demands time and energy. But hubby and I never go there just for the food. So, when I am craving any home food, I have to cook it myself.
Last month, I craved nasi kuning (turmeric rice). I was busy with school work at that time, but my craving was much bigger than that I had cooked nasi several time before and kinda know the ingredients, but I never made note of the composition. I follow my grandma, using feeling as a measuring device. I realized that it's a bad habit, because I think my last nasi kuning, including the sides were the best one I've ever made, and there's no way to replicate that without written recipe.
The sides were chicken and egg rendang, Balinese eggplant and tofu, fried egg, and emping belinjo.