Today was one of those days..
I wish I were in Jakarta…I miss my hometown so much lately.
My late grandma always made this dessert for me. She usually made sweet mung beans porridge/pudding and black glutinous rice porridge/pudding and we ate it by mixing both pudding together with coconut milk sauce.
It tastes really yummy and nutritious too
It was super easy to make and I used this recipe but without soaked it overnight because it was just a spontaneous idea I had this afternoon. Thus I only soaked it for about 2 hours, and had to cook it for more than 2 hours (sigh) to get the rice a bit softer.
Coffee. Oh, I love drinking coffee and love talking about coffee. If I think back, what my first introduction was to coffee, I think back to the time when I was a child. As a little child, I was often left home alone during the day with nannies and with my grandmother since both of my parents worked full-time. I was practically raised by my grandmother, who was not only a kretek smoker (some years later she quit both of it ), she also often indulged herself with kopi tubruk (it is Indonesian style of drinking coffee, where the coarse ground coffee is mixed with hot boiling water and added with generous amount of sugar). She loved Torabika* coffee, drank it at least thrice a day. She enjoyed that rituals with all her heart…I always sat next to her as a little kid, obeyed her when she told me not to drink the big mug of kopi tubruk in front of us. But, I was just too curious seeing my nana enjoyed that forbidden beverage everyday very much, I stole a sip or two from her one day when she was not around. And I thought, hmmm..this is not too bad.
My fondness for coffee continued when I moved to another continent. I drank more and more coffee than I did back home when I was living in Germany. Due to the cold temperatures I drank more coffee than I wanted to and before I knew, I became addicted to it. I drank more of cappuccino instant coffee that time (so pathetic..). Because that was the kind of coffee I could afford. However, whenever I have some extra money I would treat myself some good coffee at the local cafe or Konditorei.
For my 26th birthday, J bought me a cute espresso machine from DeLonghi which I am still using until this very moment.
Ever since, I have been learning about the history of coffee, and have been reading quite a lot about coffee industry in the world. I learned that Indonesia was the fourth biggest coffee-producing nation in the world (2010-2011 crop year). Brazil took the first spot followed by Vietnam and the third place was taken by Colombia. Do you know that there is no national association of coffee growers in Indonesia?! In Colombia they have Federación Nacional de Cafeteros de Colombia. Not only they regulate the industry, the federation also supports research and development in the production of coffee through grants to local universities and through federation sponsored research institutes. The federation also monitors production to ensure export quality standards are met. Admit it, Indonesians do not really consume coffee religiously like people in Colombia. But why? we have darn good coffee beans we export throughout the world and we are not drinking it, instead we are drinking Starbucks coffee which uses the crappiest coffee bean there is Shame on us.
I want to write something about a shocking news I read online just recently. Responding to recent demands that proper sex education be taught in schools in order to protect children from rape, Education and Culture Minister Mohammad Nuh said that it was unnecessary as it could promote indecency among the country’s youth. Nuh told the Post that he had no knowledge about reproductive education. “I am sorry, mentioning s-e-x is already taboo to me,” he said.
The minister, instead, made a negative remark to rape victims, saying that “they do it for fun and then the girl alleges that it’s rape.”
“According to our traditions, it is indecent to talk about it, and that is my standpoint. I don’t believe we need that yet,” the minister told The Jakarta Post in Jakarta on Wednesday. Given the sensitivity of the subject of reproductive education, Nuh suggested that parents should be responsible for assisting their children in learning about reproductive rights. We didn’t get education on reproduction when we were children, but we learned that from our families. Considering the high privacy level of this topic, it is more suitable if the family played a dominant role,” he added.
Activists have urged the ministry to refine reproduction education in the national school curriculum, saying that it might curb the number of teenage rape, which has surged to 27 cases this year. But from what I know, not only activists that have been urging this proposal to the ministry, but the society as well. It comes to a point whether it is taboo or not, children must be prepared with sex education at school. We have been constantly hearing and seeing about sexual abuse, raping reports, sexual harassment conducted by sexual predators. It is absolutely worrying us!
Pokoknya wayah nya akhir bulan puasa sama abis lebaran itu, pastiii cerita tentang fenomena ditinggal mudik sama si embak memenuhi timeline pergosipan (baca: Facebook dan twitter, walopun saya gak punya facebook lagi tp dulu saya fesbuker akut <–tema ini akan dijabarkan lebih dalam di postingan bulan depan). Pas dulu tinggal sama ortu kita punya 2 embak, 1 live in dan 1 lagi live out karena tinggal sesekitaran situ juga. Mbak yang live out ngurus cucian dan setrikaan, sedangkan yg satunya lagi yaa non-cucian dan setrikaan. Kalo ditinggal sama 2 mbak ini otomatis kita-kita bantuin emak yang jejumpalitan (maaf saya dari Jakarta perbatesan sama wilayah Banten jadi yah logat kecampur sama Betawi dan Sunda) masak, nyetrika dan nyuci. Bapak saya ketiban tugas yang berat-berat, kaya angkat beton, manggul sapi, hehehe..maksudnya berat tuh ya kayak bersihin kebon secara kita ada kebon yang isinya pohon-pohon gak jelas yang ga pasti berbuah tapi so pasti bikin kotor. Buang sampah, dan nguras bak mandi belakang, nyikatin WC dan ngurasin kolam ikan lele di kebon (hardcore ga tuh!) Anak-anaknya kecipratan buat ngurusin isi rumah, kayak ngepel, nyapu, bebersih kayak ngelap-ngelap koleksi guci cina emak, nyiram tanaman dan abis itu ongkang-ongkang kaki / duduk manis depan TV nyimak infotainment sambil nyeka keringet kecut seharian kerja (gak edukatif banget ya).
Intinya, kita ngerasain gimana rasanya ditinggal sama mbak. Capek. Itu tuh yang dirasain si mbak kalo dia saban hari kerja, belum lagi pertarungan hati karena jujur aja emak saya itu orangnya naujubilaaahh bawel!!! Saya aja yang anaknya kadang nyolot-nyolotan sambil banting piring (yang terakhir cuma hiperbola karena saya takut ma doski bok, dedemit aja kalah serem). Pokoknya, tugas seorang PRT tuuuuhhh beraaaatt! Udah gitu digaji nya cuma 700 rebu perak (jaman dulu nih) ! Kita aja yang duduk-duduk di kantor dapetnya berlipet-lipet. Makanya emak dan bapak saya kalo punya mbak tuh disayang – sayang, disekolahin, di ajak jalan-jalan walopun suka ditolak doi karena doi pasti mabok di mobil, yaahh disayang lah. Bapak saya suka sewot kalo si mbak di omelin sama emak saya yang cleaning freak.
Kangen banget dengan kampung halaman…Tapi, sebenarnya apa sih yang dikangenin? Sumpeknya Jakarta? Macetnya yang bikin rambut jabrik dan bikin ambeien? Polusi udaranya yang mengerikan dan gak memungkinkan kita untuk bersepeda tanpa masker?… Setelah dua kali mudik terakhir ini, pasti ada aja kejadian apes. Mudik pertama, malah kena demam berdarah (dengue fever) dan dirawat dua minggu di RS. Mudik kedua malah kena sejenis typus dan disentri. Gila. Jasmani udah bener bener terkena ke-strerilan Eropah. Ga bisa makan jorok dikit di tepi jalan, di samping comberan yang banyak laler nya dikit aja eh langsung deh kena typus! Duluuu aja, selama berpuluh-puluh taun (halah hyper, dua puluh taun aja) makan di samping kiri comberan, samping kanan WC umum, belakang nya kali Ciliwung tetep aja segar bugar. Malah super langsing dibandingkan dengan saya yang sekarang ini (huaaa!!) Ga pernah seumur umur kena demam berdarah. Suer!
I am very confused now with the weather.. It is totally not a spring weather. I am still wearing my winter coat! WTH???So, the sunny spring was just a bluff then :/
However, I love this picture which was taken in Nusa Ceningan (Bali) almost 3 years ago! It is really funny, I sometimes forget how beautiful the beaches are back home. I think I’d taken it for granted.. being surrounded with beautiful nature, warm weather and tropical beaches. I definitely appreciate it much much more now since I am so far from home, far from my beloved tropical weather and coconut water
Despite the rainy and gray days in the Netherlands, I have been collecting some good moods to spruce up my little apartment with some DIY ideas. My plan is to biking to the nearest hobbywinkel in the weekend and purchase some stuff I need for my DIY projects. Hope it turns out well like I have in mind! And also, on Monday we are going to celebrate Queens Day! Madness it is. But, it will be so much fun.. My fave part is the morning of Queens Day when the whole cities (well most cities in the Netherlands then..) turn into a gigantic, massive, flea markets(rommelmarkt)! All wicked items and adorable bric-a-brac are ready to be found/handpick by you. Just don’t miss it. I might sell some stuff, let see if the weather would allow me, I’d be selling some pies and some of my rommel (junk, in this case ; my old furnitures, utensils, stuff and whatnot).
Below is a picture that was taken in Tanjung Benoa, Bali.