When Makciks Met...

Yani's macaroons, gone before I could even sample one... so "laku" they were..

Eh, what are you pointing at, Kak Teh? Sampai terjongket jari kaki!

Aaah, empat serangkai (from left): Zaiton, Zaimah, Emylia, Ezzah. In the old days, this could qualify for 'teket menari' kat BB Plaza.. at 50 cents each ticket..

Ezzah doing a 'Travolta"...... and Huda, you have a halo maa..so saintly gituuu..

Kak Nasirah, in all-white, ever soo lady-like, and Kak Teh, that's a camera la, not your mobile!

The hostess with the mostest 'lemak' flanked by slimmer everyone.. Kak Teh & Yani (left) and Dee & Wanshana (right).

Just look at all those goodie foodie... enough to give us all five lbs each at one go..

Macam cikgu sekolah dewasa dalam filem P Ramlee..

the unofficial mamarazzi, lurking beside my display cabinet...

Psst, Yani.. that's why you don't pile on the pounds.. you only look at the food!

Rendang daging and pucuk ubi & petai masak lemak tempoyak..

Traditional kuihs abound.. courtesy of 'Mamasita' Huda all the way from Kuantan.

"Err, Muhammad, betul ker Auntie kena tekan kat sini?" Wanshana getting pointers from Yani's youngest (for now!)..

Aiyaiyai ... Ya for Yaya! A smart girl and heartbreaker in the making, this one...



Makcik Bloggers Gathering

Sunday 16/01/11

And so I counted the myriad of dishes spread all around me in the noticeably cramped living area; on the dining table, side table, sideboard, coffee table. Boy, there were so many!

Lebanese rice, fig and cashew-laden. Meat and vegetable dalca, devilishly red and rich. Plain rice and beef rendang, sizzling and tender to the taste; Pucuk ubi and petai masak lemak tempoyak, its 'yummylicious meter' climbing the stairs of food heaven...

Round fish kropok munchies. Spaghetti with meat sauce, quiche, egg sandwich. Homemade murtabak, very rich and filling. Otak-otak, satar, kuih bakar, akok and bahulu, all the way from Kuantan.

Creamy bubur kacang, moist & drippy chocolate cake, multi-coloured macaroons, sweet cherry grapes, succulent watermelon slices. Nescafe tarik, hot and lightly sugared tea, orange codial, air sirap ......

And then there were all those non-food gifts specially for the host; the Tupperware set, the Twining tea, the Marks & Spencer talc, the ceramic case... What can I say but "Thank You Ladies" from the bottom of my heart.

The Makcik Bloggers get-together last Sunday at my humble abode was in honour of London-based blogger Zaharah Othman (Kak Teh), currently in town to visit her ailing mom.

It was also a chance to finally meet up with sweet Dee who had just returned home (hardly a month ago) after spending years in London pursuing her post-grad studies.

Some 25 people packed my little place; Ezzah, Huda, Zen and Kay accompanied by their respective daughters, Yani and Ollie by their little boys, Dee by her son and daughter, and Kak Teh by her cute six year-old niece, Yaya.

With Pak Abu conveniently out of the way (gone for his weekly Sunday noon golf), the ladies wasted no time in getting down to business - talking and eating.

We opened the session with a short prayer- Al-Fatihah - in the memory of our dearly departed bloggers Dalilah and Ruby, both still young and full of promise, who succumbed to cancer not so long ago.

In between food the makcik bloggers chatted and yakked with abandon, keeping up with the news, exchanging recipes, laughing, shrieking, snapping pictures, joking, indulging in mild gossip.. all in good fun.

My two cats, Lillie and Awang, not the best of company in the presence of strangers, scampered into hiding - one in a cupboard and the other underneath the bed - when the kids started arriving.

However, Kay's daughter Nissa, who recently lost a kitten, managed to get hold of Lillie. Surprisingly, Lillie allowed herself to be ruffled and fondled and hugged by the still-bereaved young lady. A tender sight it was..

Kak Teh's little niece later gave us an amazing, well-worded and equally well-presented recital of 'the evolution of communication - from telephone to Facebook"' and she's only six! At that age, all I could muster was "A is for apple, B is for ball..."

The party came to a close at 7pm when the last of the guests left. By 10pm, my calf felt as heavy as lead that I could hardly carry myself to bed. Nevertheless, it was a Sunday afternoon well spent, and given half the chance, I certainly wouldn't mind doing it again.. and again..

PS: Some of the the pictures above were taken from Makcik Bloggers' FB pages without permission. Now only I ask.. can arr.. :D