we eat food and live in Indonesia ... Dallas ... Ohio ... Indonesia ... Ohio ... Dallas ... Indonesia again ... Ohio again ... nevermind.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Kids These Days
(Back to front: Almost Five, Spunky Three, Workin' On One)
Monday. The family is eating fried fish, which our helpers have cooked. We have already discovered that you can eat the eyeballs. They are just hard, little white balls that taste ... fried. Today, Dad says, "I'm going to try something new. I'm going to bite right into its face." Crunch. "Hey, you guys, it's really good! It just tastes like a chip! Try it!" Soon we are all eating fish faces. Almost Five says, "I love to bite him in the face!" Spunky Three says, "I want more eyeball please." ... Tuesday. Lunch time. The helpers are at school. Mom has cooked chicken nuggets and rice. Almost Five whines out the patent lie: "Eew, I don't like chicken nuggets!" ... Go figure.
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.