OK, they are not food.
I just wanted to blog about them.
These beautiful little guys grow on an equally beautiful tree. They are the perfect flower. They pick easily. They are the perfect size to tuck behind your ear. They smell wonderful. The smell always reminds me of a spa, because they are everywhere in Bali. Hotels scatter them on bowls of water for a beautiful, elegant decoration. People (male and female) stick them behind their ears. Even statues are given a tiny hole over their ear so the statue, too, can wear a cambodja flower.
We are lucky because our across-the-street neighbors are Balinese, and two of these trees grow on the street right outside their property. The flowers have been raining down lately. All I had do was pick them up.
(... And finally. I cannot get Blogger to keep my paragraph divisions. It's like the Enter key doesn't even exist. That's not good for a recipe blog. Maybe I will have to give in, and switch to one of their fancy new templates.)
Masak means "to cook" in Indonesian. Since we lived for a time in Indonesia, some people wondered what we eat. This blog will help answer that question ... and perhaps inspire you with its cheap, eclectic, and ad hoc collection of recipes.
Our Oven in Indonesia
It sits on top of an LPG burner. The tank is underneath the counter.