Post Sonamu abstinence
I am not going to say as much as I like to believe it, the fairy love affair with my childhood favorite Nasi dagang has finally come to an end. It was a gastronomic lust with catastrophic consequences. The blame this time is not on the tropical storm or the legendary Keropok Losong but on the main ingredient of nasi dagang itself i.e. the sublime ikan aye, or ikan tongkol as known by the non-endemic entity to this region, or tuna by the sandwich eating people in the West. Having a second thought, I should have blame my wife…I mean myself for being so ignorance and blinded by my perversion to this local delicatessen. It was a hard reality that hit me like a huge atomic bomb, garnished with zillion of Moruga Scorpions pepper. It seems this fleshy red meat fish has an optimum enough purine level (a protein that breaks down into uric acid in our body) to trigger gout in me. It was the most memorable experience of an untold agony as it was also the longest. It had been a while since my last intimate rendezvous with this “rich man’s disease”.
I would rather actually bath myself in a hot budu sauna rather than starving myself from nasi dagang. In Kay El (which is already in a menopause mode) I had no problem at all pacifying my appetite as good and decent nasi dagang is very elusive. In ganukite it is all a different story. With just a little effort and even still donning in a sarong I can just open my door and Nasi dagang is staring on my face right on my doorsteps. It is so abundance like indigenous mat rempits terrorizing the trunk road of Kampung Tok Beng and so irresistible like my wife’s bantal busuk.
To make the story line more exaggerate, I’ve been craving for nasi dagang Ganukite since my hijrah 2 months ago. As fate would have it, the opportunity came for myself to indulge in this delicacy during a majlis doa selamat a day before Christmas holiday last year. A three days bash and countless sinful indulgence then the first sign of pain started to develop in my left toe. The rest was history… at least until last week. I’ve learned the lesson well and perhaps 40 over years is more than enough for me to put a stop and finally to strip this menu from my diet.
Now something has just hit my mind. I’ve just realized another culprit to my post-hijrah malady is the abundance of street fishmongers along the coastal road of Ganukite. The scenic coastal road of Mengabang Telipot, Pengkalan Maras, Mengabang Telong, Batu Rakit, Tok Jembal etc., are very close to where I am residing now. Those places are a heaven for fresh sea produces from the South China Sea. Because, life is so sedated and easy in this corner of the planet, every other chance I would make a point to drive slowly and stroll with my luvly jubly wife along these coastal roads. And because there are so many interesting pit stops of kedai nasi dagang, nasi kerabu, sata, otak-otak and not to mention stalls that sell fishes, it becomes an obligation to me to stop, have a peek and buy some ikan aye for our kitchen department. In Ganukite, ikan aye hitam is more sought after that ikan aye kurik. Because the name itself (hitam) it is believed to contain more purine than the kurik sister. Yes that is finally my scape goat – the beaches are so beautiful and so alluring so as I forgot my pantang.
As this is the inaugural entry of 2013 and the first since my hijrah to the Keropoklekor land, it is not too late I think to say a Happy New Year to whoever that stumble upon this blog. It is a good time also to bid farewell to my beloved Nasi dagang. Wishing all my friends a good life ahead, full of barokah…and watch your diet too!
|Another fish that add into my vocabulary. Can you notice ikan air bag among the ikangs?|
|The trip to traditional fishmongers also excited and fascinated my youngest son. “Hebat mata dia...” his remark on the beautiful eyes made the fishmonger makcik smile. His impromptu and genuine remark had saved me some RM as well🙂|