tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218313360696306951.post154134921357486199..comments2023-12-06T23:11:19.362+08:00Comments on Musings of a Mualaf: CRAVINGaliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11218183427774411196noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6218313360696306951.post-19867144926519620632014-06-13T10:55:36.667+08:002014-06-13T10:55:36.667+08:00I don't know the difference between mee, mee h...I don't know the difference between mee, mee hun, kueh tiau, mee kuning, etc. I know laksa looks different without any difference in taste. And I know how laksa was traditionally made - the wooden and brass implements and me enjoying as a child pushing the end of a a wooden andle round and round; and laksa being squeezed down into a large boiling brass pot below - with wood fire, smoke and all. That was in early 1950's - almost Cheng Ho's era!<br /><br />You are too fussy young lady. Just take anything and imagine you are enjoying it, just as we enjoy the memory of our past when the current is nothing like it. Al-Manarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07203360858632549270noreply@blogger.com