I love food. I love to eat it, I love to cook it, I love everything about it.
I think food is the great equaliser. Rich, poor, Muslim,Christian, Atheist, we all need to eat. Some of us feel more passionately about it than others, some people don't really care about what they eat, some people don't really have a choice in what they eat. For some, their religion dictates certain elements of their diet, for others they cant afford a choice. Thankfully I was privileged enough to have an opportunity to travel across the world and document the food I ate on my journey. It was a hefty task, one that I was not always up to, but I made the effort and along the way I think I managed to capture some of the unique culinary experiences that I was privileged to have across 3 countries and many cultures.
I think food is the great equaliser. Rich, poor, Muslim,Christian, Atheist, we all need to eat. Some of us feel more passionately about it than others, some people don't really care about what they eat, some people don't really have a choice in what they eat. For some, their religion dictates certain elements of their diet, for others they cant afford a choice. Thankfully I was privileged enough to have an opportunity to travel across the world and document the food I ate on my journey. It was a hefty task, one that I was not always up to, but I made the effort and along the way I think I managed to capture some of the unique culinary experiences that I was privileged to have across 3 countries and many cultures.
Our adventure across the Muslim world started
in Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur to be exact. And what a place to start, I
have to say Malaysia had the best food on the tour, the combination of
Malay, Indian and Chinese cultures in KL adds up to an incredible
diversity of flavours, smells and colours. A diversity to which i
applied myself with gusto.
After arriving and settling in I set off with my partner in crime to find some food to soothe my savage hunger. Having never been to KL I had absolutely no idea where to go so we just walked around looking for something enticing. We walked past this place early on , it was grouped along a side street with a number of other stalls. These shops or "warung" are diverse and welcoming but Johno was still a a little tentative and decided he wanted something a little less intimidating. So off we went and he ended up having some kind of hideous KFC breakfast burger that looked like it was soaked in mayo. It was awful of course and I was completely vindicated and I decided to head back to "Warung Halim Tom Yam".
I didn't know it at the time but what we bought from our first stall was the quintessential Malay food "Nasi Lemak". The name translates as fatty rice and refers to the creamy texture of the rice that comes from cooking it in coconut cream. Nasi Lemak is basically rice with a series of curries, fried meat and condiments usually including some kind of seafood. I told the bloke in charge of serving to load me up and sat down to prepare for the feast.
One thing Johno and I both loved was that Juice, apparently freshly squeezed, Orange Juice. I'm not sure it was fresh or entirely orange, it was frothy for a start, and not particularly orange in colour. It was however, delicious. I'm sure it had pineapple or something in it, probably just tropical fruit drink out of a can, but damn it was good. We tried many juices in KL but never again found that flavour. *sighs wistfully*
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