It has been raining almost daily in KL lately. Not that I’m complaining. I’m just…confused. I can’t tell anymore if it’s the wet season or the dry season. One minute, the sun is blazing down with a ferocity that can only be equaled by my temper on a bad day; the next minute, ominous dark clouds blot out all traces of blue from the sky and huge blobs of rain trample upon everything with fury, with thunder and lightning punctuating the steady drumbeat of the downpour.
And the moment everything gets all wet and cold and gloomy, a certain hunger is stirred inside of me — the hunger for comfort food like steaming hot Indonesian bakso…
Excellent bakso that I had in Jakarta. Sorry if the colours are a bit off. Shot with a Nokia N82.
There’s a certain je-ne-sais-quoi in the genuine Indonesian version that just makes it so hard to replicate. Perhaps it’s something in the meatballs. Perhaps in the bumbu (spices). Perhaps it’s only the Sasa/Ajinomoto (popular brands of MSG in Indonesia). Or perhaps it’s all in the special brand of Vitamin D — Vitamin Debu (dust) — that unwittingly gets into the bakso as it is being prepared by the roadside hawker!
this picture looks like MOLO SOUP here in Ph! :p