B'day boy & gal
Hungry & waiting..
Pak Abu & Mak Labu..
Not sure what dish this is.. I think it's chicken.
My sauce-laden, very tender beef cuts
Shrimp (I think)
Joe (right) still tucking in, Ann (left) probably kenyang already..
Pstt.. you shoot him and I have to pay for the meal!In the midst of their uncle's sudden admittance to University Hospital for cardiac arrest, and his eventual demise two days later, our eldest, Najmuddin and youngest, Nawwar, celebrated their respective birthday which falls a day apart.
Naj turned 34 on December 12 while Nawwar, who is 10 years younger, turned 24 on December 11. Naj was born one grey winter afternoon in London; he arrived when his father was away in Germany and I had to fend for myself, taking a cab to the hospital in Euston Square and delivering while hanging on to the hand of a young houseman named Dr Foster.
Nawwar's arrival was just as eventful; in fact it was terrifying, to say the least. At full term and during my last check-up, I slipped and fell off the gynae's examination table in Penawar (now called SJMC), causing foetal distress.
Subsequently, I had to undergo an immediate Caesarean section, with me shakily signing the consent form myself because there just wasn't time to inform any family member.
As always, we celebrate their birthdays jointly each year. The mood of the recent one, however, was very much subdued. Understandably so.
With their beloved Pak Utih fighting for his life in ICU, their thoughts (and ours too) were with him, nervously waiting for that inevitable call.
The truth is we never really celebrated birthdays in the real sense of the word. What we have been doing year after year is group together for a family dinner each time a birthday comes along.
We usually extend invitation to close friends of the birthday boy/girl. Definitely no partying nor singing, no theme or any other fancy stuffs, and occasionally no cake either. In other words, no hooplas. Makan together is of prime concern to us.
This year we decided to go to Bubba Gump, a restaurant offering American Deep South specialties like Cajun chicken, fried shrimps and calamari et al. The clam chowder served there, prepared New England-style, was one of the best I had ever tasted anywhere.
Apparently, the restaurant is an offshoot of the movie Forrest Gump, where Bubba Gump is FG's best buddy. The kids told me so; I haven't even seen the movie.
The outlet we went to is located on the first floor of The Curve (next to the famous Waroeng Penyet) in Mutiara Damansara. The food was good, the portions substantial, and the service a-okay. In all, it was an enjoyable family outing.
Naj turned 34 on December 12 while Nawwar, who is 10 years younger, turned 24 on December 11. Naj was born one grey winter afternoon in London; he arrived when his father was away in Germany and I had to fend for myself, taking a cab to the hospital in Euston Square and delivering while hanging on to the hand of a young houseman named Dr Foster.
Nawwar's arrival was just as eventful; in fact it was terrifying, to say the least. At full term and during my last check-up, I slipped and fell off the gynae's examination table in Penawar (now called SJMC), causing foetal distress.
Subsequently, I had to undergo an immediate Caesarean section, with me shakily signing the consent form myself because there just wasn't time to inform any family member.
As always, we celebrate their birthdays jointly each year. The mood of the recent one, however, was very much subdued. Understandably so.
With their beloved Pak Utih fighting for his life in ICU, their thoughts (and ours too) were with him, nervously waiting for that inevitable call.
The truth is we never really celebrated birthdays in the real sense of the word. What we have been doing year after year is group together for a family dinner each time a birthday comes along.
We usually extend invitation to close friends of the birthday boy/girl. Definitely no partying nor singing, no theme or any other fancy stuffs, and occasionally no cake either. In other words, no hooplas. Makan together is of prime concern to us.
This year we decided to go to Bubba Gump, a restaurant offering American Deep South specialties like Cajun chicken, fried shrimps and calamari et al. The clam chowder served there, prepared New England-style, was one of the best I had ever tasted anywhere.
Apparently, the restaurant is an offshoot of the movie Forrest Gump, where Bubba Gump is FG's best buddy. The kids told me so; I haven't even seen the movie.
The outlet we went to is located on the first floor of The Curve (next to the famous Waroeng Penyet) in Mutiara Damansara. The food was good, the portions substantial, and the service a-okay. In all, it was an enjoyable family outing.
8 comments:
Happy Belated Birthday to both birthday boy & gal :)
Bliss, with birthdays and holidays around the corner; all the more reasons to go makan-makan :)
Enjoy the long holidays Kak!
Happy Birthday to both of them. I like your photo with Pak Abu, romantiknya!!!
Happy Birthday to both of them. Romantic couple!
Deen
Salam,sis. Is the food at Bubba Gump halal? Love to taste the food there. (Mia).
Anon 89.35
Salam dear, yes the outlet has halal certification. and the food is GOOD.. you won't regret it.. :)
Kay, Nana, Deen - tq for the wishes
Kama
Belated happy birthday wishes from Almanar. I grudge the sight of a happy family gathering surrounded by growing up children. For us it is growing up noisy grandchildren!
Pakcik.... and I want grandchildren! I'll take noisy anytime.. hehehe
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