King Halim (bagian 1)

Menulis postingan ini seperti berusaha merangkai pecahan puzzle. Menulisnya membuat saya sering tersenyum kecil. Kenangan-kenangan didalamnya lah penyebabnya.

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Hari pertama.

Saya mengenakan kemeja berwarna coklat yang sama sekali tidak menarik di hari pertama. Setengah jam lebih di sebuah ruangan kecil tempat sekuriti-sekuriti menghabiskan hari-harinya membuat saya berandai-andai. Apa yang akan saya lewati di hari pertama di sebuah perusahaan perhiasan. Tak lama setelah mencoba mengobservasi ruangan yang dipenuhi beberapa CCTV, ada dering telepon dari salah satu staf HRD yang mempersilahkan masuk. Tak lama, pria itu menjemput saya, maklum, tempat saya akan bekerja tidak memiliki akses untuk sembarang orang. Saya mengikutinya melewati dua kali gerbang dengan sistem kunci otomatis hingga akhirnya duduk berhadapan dengannya.

Di sebuah ruangan yang hanya cukup untuk empat orang staf, surat perjanjian kerja sudah ia sodorkan untuk kemudian saya baca. Membacanya membuat saya harus ekstra hati-hati, persis seperti saat saya harus memenuhi jawaban lembar ujian bahasa Inggris. Disela-sela membaca lembar demi lembar, pria tadi, oh namanya mas Zaini, ia menjelaskan beberapa peraturan perusahaan. Sekitar tiga perempat jam disana, akhirnya ada seorang pria muda yang menjemput saya, namanya Astomo Ahmad, seorang asli Palu yang menjabat sebagai kepala tim konseptor.

Sambutan Tomo hangat sekali. Mungkin sambutan seperti itu salah satu jurus membuat seseorang yang akan bergabung ke dalam timnya merasa welcome. Tomo mengantar saya ke ruangan bercat putih gading yang sedikit lebih besar dari ruang HRD tadi. Ia mulai memperkenalkan saya pada beberapa orang di sana, seingat saya kala itu jarum jam sudah menunjukkan pukul setengah sepuluh. Ada empat orang yang saya salami satu-satu. Setelah dengan mereka, saya diajak berkenalan dengan staf-staf departemen lain yang seperti hari pertama pada umumnya, saya tak bisa mengingat satu-persatu nama mereka.

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Di tim konseptor, saya bertemu dengan Jalal, seorang konseptor senior yang lebih banyak menjejali materi desain dibanding Tomo yang jauh lebih sibuk di ruang produksi. Ada pula seorang yang lebih banyak menghabiskan harinya di ruang konseptor, namanya Jonathan Edwin. Jebolan desain grafis Petra yang cukup dingin bagi siapa saja yang baru mengenalnya. Meski saya lebih banyak menghabiskan waktu di dalam ruang konseptor dengan Edwin, kami berdua tak cukup intens berkomunikasi. Selain ia memang agak dingin, saya lebih suka mengobservasi teman-teman baru dibanding sok-kenal-sok-dekat attitude. Tomo, Jalal, dan Edwin serta satu lagi teman saya di konseptor. Namanya Yuriko, Yuriko Liao.

Ia satu-satunya anggota tim yang tidak saya temui di hari pertama kerja. Baru selang empat hari kami bertemu setelah ia kembali dari tugasnya. Pagi itu ia datang sekitar pukul setengah sebelas, berkaos polo merah yang amat kontras dengan kulit putihnya. Ia bercelana abu-abu muda, stylish sekali. Mulanya saya kira ia kepala tim desain karena selain perawakannya yang tinggi besar, penampilan stylish dan kelewat-santai hari itu nampak sangat berbeda dari kami semua. Kesan pertama berkenalan dengan seorang Yuriko (yang juga lulusan desain grafis Petra, ia satu angkatan dengan Edwin), ia friendly sekali. Bukan karena ia memberi dua buah coklat berisi kurma oleh-olehnya dari Dubai, tapi ia memang cukup ramah untuk ukuran seorang teman baru.

Oh iya, perkenalan dengan Yuriko sempat membuat saya berandai-andai akan kesempatan yang sama. Bisa menghabiskan tiga hari di Timur Tengah di tengah tugasnya ;  survey produk dan mendistribusikan produk perusahaan di Dubai. Saat itu kedengaran keren sekali, hingga saya optimis bisa merasakan kesempatan yang sama. Eh tapi sayang, pengandaian itu semu hingga saya resign. Sebentar, ini kok malah ada curhat colongan :P, Maaf. Mari fokus lagi.

Sebulan pertama bekerja di sana ada dua hal yang sangat saya ingat. Tiap kali jarum jam berhenti di angka sebelas, mata saya terasa berat. Kedua, tiap kali membuka lembar demi lembar majalah terbitan Korea yang menumpuk di rak bertingkat empat, saya seperti melihat semua desain perhiasannya sama. Mungkin saking bosannya.

Saya lebih banyak menghabiskan waktu di meja meeting kami. Selain karena belum boleh menyentuh ‘computerised work’, saya lebih aman berpura-pura melatih sense of design dari majalah-majalah Korea. Alih-alih mengamati desain-desain yang semuanya nampak sama (saya mengulangi kata ini kah? :P), membaca artikel figur-figur inspiratif yang ada di beberapa majalah gaya hidup Indonesia lebih menarik. Selain itu, menghabiskan empat jam pertama sebelum jam istirahat dengan sketsa-sketsa random di atas meja setidaknya membuat saya nampak sibuk.

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Pernak-pernik kami.

Kami berlimalah yang menahkodai konsep produk. Semua konsep lahir dari meja meeting yang tepat berada di tengah ruangan. Disamping kami berlima, ada beberapa supervisor desain yang menjembatani kami dengan desainer-desainer di sana. Desainer yang saya maksud disini adalah anak-anak yang bertugas menerjemahkan ide-ide konseptor ke desain tiga dimensi. Hampir semua desainernya adalah lulusan SMK yang direkrut dari Yogyakarta. Kebanyakan dari mereka berlatar belakang desain grafis dan ada beberapa yang berasal dari jurusan Akutansi.

Oh ada yang menarik dengan meja meeting kami. Jika saya harus mengingat meja itu, ada banyak kenangan diatasnya. Setiap pagi, sesaat setelah bel masuk berbunyi, kami selalu berkumpul di sana. Ada ritual yang selalu kami lakukan setelah berdoa, saya lupa kami menyebutnya apa. Semacam sharing kecil-kecilan tentang apa yang kami rasa dan kami alami setiap pagi sebelum bekerja. Setelahnya, kami mulai membahas pekerjaan, target harian, target hari kemarin yang selalu meleset, proyek-proyek baru, dan hal-hal semacam itu.

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Breakfast & Brunch

Just a few pictures I snapped for my Instagram this morning. I was quite grafetul for fruits and veggies I had last two days. This such a small revenge for junk foods I had eaten last week.

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And small take-away-brunch I brought to the office yesterday was a simple sandwich. Today, I had the sweet one (oops, is peanut butter part of junk-food? :P, excuse for small spread on my wheat bread). Behind the scene from this messy-morning-on-my-table :P

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Morrissey

Just a short post for a cute boutique apartment I stayed in Jakarta, just one day before I went back to Africa ; Morrissey Jakarta. Beautiful small studio-room with a touch of modern industrial concept was quite interesting for me to spend in. Oh, exploring  another spaces inside Morrissey was interesting though apart of the room.

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Hope you don’t mind for food pictures, from my breakfast that day.

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I had no Morrissey pool-side pictures on this post, but you can take a peek on this post. You better book from travel-agent or Agoda for the room, its so much cheaper than you book at the point :P.

Hope you don’t mind either for a small bonus ; sunset from top and my-first-iPhone-bokeh minutes after the sunset :)

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The Distinct Ayos

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I always want to put a perfect word for friend of mine, Ayos Purwoadji and ‘distinct’ is all about him. Ayos is a writer, traveller, and founder of Hifatlobrain, a travel institute that will make you inflame to travel, to explore places, culture, meet new people, photograph and write about Indonesia, and share it to the world. His work as a travel writer has been published by many national magazine publisher.

Ayos and I were studied in Product Design (he was quite popular in school, oh until now!). I pretty remember Ayos impressed me as a distinct person when we went to library and spent a-late-noon conversation (do you still remember when I shared about what Butterscotch was, Yos? :D).

For me personally Ayos is one of a kind. Ayos is open-minded, supple, critical thinker, loves reading and books, and (too) smart. I’ve been written on my post before that Ayos always make me feel smarter. I mean, he inspires me to know anything. He inspires me to find my passion, to meet new people and learn from them, and ‘out-from-home’ to see the world. The last one was great one for a home-boy like me. By then, Ayos inspired me to expand my friendship to anybody as well, changed me from introvert became more open. There is no doubt for ‘The Distinct Ayos’ by seeing his photographs, even on these pictures he looks so smart. Agree?.

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Oh I should thank to Ayos, this blog was born after I’ve been lurking Hifatlobrain for a long. Merci bin Ayos!

Oh hi Alice Gao!

Aw, Alice Gao just made my day. It was a little (I’m lying), a little surprise for me. Six hours ago when I saw a notification on my iPhone screen that ” @alice_gao liked your photo“, and two second later I had another notification, oh I will say it wasn’t a little, it was a BIG BIG surprise that my role-model on photography a.k.a Queen of Instagram liked my pictures. I had no words to express my feeling (sounds garish huh? sorry :P), but that’s fine, I felt spring of joy for that. Seriously.

If you ever read my write-ups about Alice Gao, either in Bahasa Indonesia or in English, or if you’re a reader or a lurker of this blog, I’ve mentioned her for quite often that she inspired me a lot in photography. By reading her over-stunning blog (damn! I just opened hers to get the link and found she posted a new post, what a beautiful content Alice!), her journey when she decided to quit her job in two companies (hope my retention is right :P) then she emptied her bank account and chose to be a professional photographer specialized in Food and Lifestyle. For me it was awesome, it needs brave to struggle on the first time she became a freelancer and now we can see who Alice Gao is.

You know what? I think I will do the same!

These are the two (whole version) that I took from my iPhone 1. Cheese cake and Americano. After Work and 2.This morning. An apple and a glass of wine.

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I couldn’t remember when exactly I found Alice’s feed on Instagram, she wowed me on the first time and I followed her along. By then, I always remember from her how to post picture in Instagram (once again, hope my retention isn’t wrong, hehe) ; don’t put fifty hastags in one picture (yikes! I agree Alice!), post thoughtful and deliberate pictures as much as you can and feel happy for it”. From Alice, now, I always try to snap better and better through learning by doing. And I think I deserve for this dream kit.

Hey Alice Gao, if you read this post, I would like to say ; I would be super happy if I could spend coffee time and shot gorgeous spaces + mouthwatering foods with you, even just an hour, in NYC. Oh someday.

Another angles of Cheese cake and Americano.

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My Next Doors?

Two years ago, I was restless. My mind told me to move. My heart said so.

My passion on my first job was down, different things filled me. Underappreciated, no movement, and slow-professional growth on my horizon. I’ve been worked on my new field seventeen months and felt stuck. I lost my two closest friends in my former team, it made me felt deeply sluggish. I tried to do best until I started my haunt. When I had time, I googled. Random application letters I’ve sent to random companies. I tried to spent minutes to check my mail, just few feedback from those companies. I didn’t step at all, I had no clue to move.

I always believe time never goes wrong.

I remember, I checked my phone when I was in a parking land, I got a message from young lecturer-friend-partner in some school projects, and I read it. She texted me there was a chance to work outside country. I read the message slowly and found that the chance was in Africa. Her best friend needed somebody who can help him to work with in design department. I had no clue again, either I should try or leave it. I was working like a normal until I typed some sentences on my word sheet when I got back home that night. I wrote application letter, I had no long-term-thinking about ‘what-Im doing’.

I just found something needed to change. I needed a change. Myself needed something called an adventure.

It was so fast, after I officially had a touch with the new company in Africa, I started with my first passport, my visa, my first big luggage, and something called brave. Brave to move forward, to leave my people, and brave to see the world. I flew. I moved from Indonesia.

More than two years away and I have to say so many things changed me. Improvements. I never want to mention about richness if I talk about my journey as an expatriate in this young age. Some people always see me in different ways for a same reason. Sometimes I think they are narrow-minded, if I shouldn’t say they’re stupid. Richness or money is very personal for me, being such impolite to talk about. I’m doing my job like a headless chicken which they don’t know about it, they just look at outside-of-me. Without knowing everything I passed through each day. My job isn’t easy at all from the first day I worked until today. Nevertheless, I do proud to myself I could pass waves of obstacles.

Now I find myself asking the big “WHAT NEXT?” question, with a very big question mark. To be honest I feel like I’m standing in a right track but I find two different tiny paths in the front. If I keep walking to the right, it means I still work on this point, overloaded works, facing same stress, working on endless day and night, earn money every month, so many pricey plans scream to be real, etcetera. If I choose to walk to the left, it means that I have no clue about it. Where will I stay, what will I do, how can I keep my account stable, will I take my French class, how about big dreams on my ‘dream-box’ – they keep screaming to myself to be real, and so on.

But again, I am just a normal guy trying to figure out what’s next in life like anyone else does. Myself never have a doubt. I teach myself that there’s so many chances to grow in this life. So many doors open, me, as a person just need to find out, I don’t have to find the right door, I just need to try as strong as I possible can do. Being distinct, flexible, and ready to work hard such a formula to keep my wings fly high. I never afraid if my heart says I have to walk to ‘the left’ even I don’t know when my heart will tell me.

I never afraid to struggle back again to the lowest point of my career because for me, being adventurous is a key to stay hungry. Hungry in positive ways. And the most important thing for my next step are : I do know what I love, what my passions is, and where my passion as a creative person will find a higher next step.

I’m gonna attach lovely lyrics based on my point for this post, Im sure you know who sing the song :)

“I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly, I’ll do what it takes til’ I touch the sky
And I’ll make a wish, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun, but I won’t forget all the ones that I love
I’ll take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway…..”

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P.S. Do not think this post is like a statement of mine that I will leave Africa soon even I do realize you will make a conclusion of this just a-resignation-letter-look-alike. :) As I said, I don’t know when I will drop everything, I just want to teach myself that : Don’t be a person who easily satisfied with what I’m having and stay at one point ever in a career, as long as I’m young enough to challenge myself I have to do it before OLD comes, that’s it. Ouch I think this is my first time I wrote in English for my personal post instead of Bahasa Indonesia.

Oh iPhone

Recently I mostly taking a picture through my iPhone, its simpler and faster. I ADORE how the camera on my iPhone works, I mean, from a cellphone?. Capturing accidental moment through iPhone is quite interesting and challenging, I could imagine in some case, when I don’t bring my mirrorless and I see well-plated colorful dessert on my table, I just grab my iPhone and snap it. More than a thousand pictures have been taken by iPhone, some are precious moment.

These are some of them taken by iPhone 5. Oh, I heard that the 5S camera is something else, iPhone addict must have it, for me, wait for a moment :P I beg.

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Conchiglie Creamy Champignon

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Here again. I almost die inside my laziness yet I realized that so many, yes too-many-abandoned-pictures need to be posted. My quick jaunt to Bali, still on my hardisk. Some pictures that I need to find on my Facebook page still on my head (that because I lost those pictures and I sad) for my little story about friend, yes still on my head. Almost 1000 pictures that I took with my iPhone recently are still on my iPhoto, I haven’t moved them to my hardisk yet. And I knew that next week I will work hard like a dog for two big event. Sigh.

I decided to wake up a bit among my laziness, and among my flying-whats-my-next-dreams. Fortunately this food-lodge is on again. Post from my last week lunch ; Conchiglie Pasta cooked with creamy Champignon. If I could say this recipe is one of the EASIEST Italian food I could cook. You can cook. Very easy, no need too-long-to-cook, fresh ingredients, simply yet tasty.

Let me tell you how to cook this quickly. Whole grain conchiglie pasta (boiled well) keep it, now heat your pan, put butter let it melt. Stir fry garlic until smells good. Add O Oil, add chicken fillet (dice cut), cook 3 minutes and add champignon. Then pour full cream milk as much as you think it will be creamy enough, pinch of salt (taste it before you sprinkle salt, make sure the taste is perfect, not-too-salty), just need like 2 minutes to cook the cream. Mix pasta into the cream, add cherry tomatoes, sprinkle Oregano and simply Italian food is ready to be enjoyed. For side dish I added broccoli, sweet corn + cabbage in spicy mayonnaise, and cheddar cheese, it depends on you. Oh yeah, If you agree with me a full spoon O oil extra (put on the plate separately) will make this dish more perfect, add it :). If you want creamier, add whipped cream when the champignon cream still hot.

Ingredients :

° Handful of Conchiglie pasta | ° 6 tbs O Oil | ° 10 pieces Champignon | ° 200 grams Chicken fillet | ° 4 cloves of Garlic | ° 30 grams of Butter | ° 150 cc Full cream milk | ° pinch of Salt and ground black Pepper | ° Cherry Tomatoes | ° Side dishes : Broccoli – Sweet Corn – Caggabe – Mayonnaise – Chilli sauce | ° Oregano

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Oh I love ‘my-lunch-is-done’ of my plate. For me it was artistic, taken by iPhone.

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It happened again, TODAY.

Then my lunch today was the same food but I tweaked a bit. I used spaghetti instead of conchiglie, added chicken sausage, side dish were chips, lettuce and cherry tomatoes. Hmm, could you help me to find the name of the edible mushroom (see above, that beautiful brown one :)), I had no clue <— lazy to google it. It was a little surprise for me when my flatmate said that the taste of this Conchiglie Creamy Champignon was so close as creamy pasta that “Warung Itali” in Seminyak, Bali. One of the MOST delicious (and affordable) Italian food in Bali. I took lunch there this year, it wasn’t their Pasta, it was Lasagna. Will show you completely when I post my quick jaunt to Bali.

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Pecel, Cinta, dan Ibu

Kadangkala lucu juga bisa merasakan kebahagiaan-kebahagiaan sederhana yang mampu membuat saya tersenyum sendiri. Tak perlu mendapatkan sesuatu yang menyilaukan mata, cukup makanan enak yang saya pun tak bisa menjelaskan seenak apa. Saking enaknya.

Saya akan mencoba mengingat bagaimana hati dan pikiran tak selaras saat pada salah satu bumbu favorit saya, Pecel.

Tujuh belas hari yang lalu rasa malas memasukkan bungkusan bumbu ini ke dalam koper yang-sudah-teramat-sesak menghinggap di otak saya. Tak ada lagi ruang di antara tumpukan yang rata-rata baju, sepatu dan buku, pikir saya. Rasa malas seperti itu apalagi jika bukan akibat packing dadakan yang seharusnya tidak saya ulangi tahun ini. Pagi itu, pukul enam pagi, saya masih berseliweran di ruang tengah yang bertambah sesak karena volume koper yang semakin gemuk. Bumbu-bumbu instan yang selalu punya ruang tentu saja sudah duduk manis di dalam sana. Tapi Pecel? Saya masih bimbang. Pikiran saya sedikit menolak. Alasannya karena selain akan merepotkan saat harus mengangkat koper melewati screening di bandara domestik, biaya kelebihan per-kilo pastinya akan membuat dompet saya sedikit demi sedikit mengempis.

Untung hati berkata lain. Kira-kira begini katanya “bawa saja, karena kamu tak akan tahu kapan rasa rindu itu muncul”.

Ibu saya dengan pelan memasukkan bumbu yang ia olah ke dalam plastik gula. Beliau setengah memaksa saya untuk tetap membawanya. Sesekali saya merapikan kembali posisi baju dan sepatu agar saya yakin ada ruang disana. Saya melirik bagaimana tangan Ibu saya luwes sekali memasukkan bumbu ke dalam plastik gula yang semakin penuh. Dari rekaan saya, kira-kira, satu kilo lebih sudah berhasil masuk. Tapi tunggu, dengan koper yang masih terbuka dan nampak semua tertumpuk lebih rapi, akhirnya saya meminta beliau untuk menguranginya. “Berat Bu, lagian kadang ia hanya akan mendekam di dalam kulkas beberapa minggu” saya berujar lagi. Ibu menguranginya kembali hingga kira-kira tersisa setengah kilo, cukup lah. Ya, karena setahun lalu, saya membawa bumbu yang sama. Bisa dihitung jari saya berhasil menikmatinya. Sisanya, bumbu yang sudah encer dengan seduhan air panas mengeras di dalam kulkas. Mengeras diantara perasaan sayang untuk dihabiskan dan malas mengencerkannya lagi.

Suara hati dua minggu lalu itu ternyata lebih tepat dari alasan yang berasal dari pikiran saya.

Bumbu semacam Pecel selalu berhasil menjadi obat mujarab ketika saya, yang masih memiliki sepuluh bulan kedepan, tiba-tiba rindu beliau. Dua hari yang lalu, sedari siang, saya sudah membayangkan mengolah bumbu Pecel dengan beberapa potongan empal daging dan sayuran yang saya punya di kulkas. Saya hanya punya kangkung, sawi dan wortel. Oh ya, ada sisa brokoli dan jamur dari eksperimen-ala-ala-Italia-super-cepat yang saya lakukan hari Minggu kemarin (akan saya posting nanti! :)). Selepas pukul enam sore, saya bergegas pulang. Untung minggu ini pekerjaan saya belum cukup padat, jadi saya masih punya waktu memasak. Sampai di rumah secepat kilat saya mengganti baju dan langsung ke dapur.

Saya memulai dari empal. Daging sapi yang dibeli sopir saya mudah sekali diiris tebal (saya ‘nitip’ sopir untuk mampir ke supermarket dekat kantor pukul lima agar menghemat waktu, jadi saat jam kantor berakhir, saya tinggal ‘cus’ langsung ke rumah :P). Setelah diiris saya mencucinya lagi sebelum mereka masuk ke penggorengan yang sudah ada tumisan bumbu instan. Bumbu yang saya pakai bumbu ayam goreng, tinggal ditambah ketumbar (saya menambah banyak sekali ketumbar tumbuk) membuat rasa empalnya pun tak kalah nikmat. Memasak dengan bumbu instan sebenarnya jalan keluar yang tidak cukup baik, bukannya saya malas, tapi karena ada beberapa bahan makanan yang tidak bisa didapat disini yang membuat saya layu ; bertekuk lutut pada bumbu jadi. Bagi saya yang penting jangan sering-sering (!!!), makanan yang bisa saya masak dengan bumbu alami tetap menjadi primadona.

Setelah empal saya masak, saya menyiapkan sayuran-sayuran tadi untuk direndam sebentar di dalam air panas. Oh ya, ada pula jagung manis kalengan. Sayurannya tidak matching? Kedengaran aneh untuk sebuah Pecel kan? Saya tak peduli. Toh rasa bumbu Pecel Ibu saya ini kuat sekali, campuran sayuran apapun tak akan bisa mematahkan rasanya. Racikan kacang tanah yang disangrai kemudian ditumbuk dengan rempah-rempahnya seperti punya rahasia.

Sayuran selesai, seduhan air panas di mangkok persegi bercampur sempurna dengan bumbu Pecel. Tiga kali saya menambahkan sedikit air mineral kedalamnya agar keencerannya sempurna. Semuanya sudah siap!. Selepas Isya’ sembari menunggu flatmate saya pulang meeting, saya menikmati Pecel itu sendiri sebelum akhirnya porsi saya sisa separuh, ia datang dan reflek “Aw, It’s heaven!”.  Makan malam kami dua hari yang lalu sungguh spesial.

Oh Tuhan, beberapa kali saya bersyukur saat rasa bumbunya bercampur dengan sayuran pun empalnya. Nikmat sekali di lidah. Sungguh (!). Apalagi bumbu Pecel-nya mendapat dukungan dari salah satu sayuran inti yang harus ada di Pecel : Kangkung (!!!). Kangkung disini cukup langka, hanya bisa saya dapat di Lekki, satu-satunya pasar tradisional seantero Lagos yang menjual sawi dan kangkung. Sesekali saya teringat wajah Ibu saya saat mengoles bumbu di atas empal yang sebelumnya digoreng dengan minyak secukupnya. Hingga akhirnya sisa-sisa bumbunya saya tuntaskan dengan beberapa jilatan di jari-jari saya. Ya! Saya menikmatinya dengan tangan, bukan sendok dan garpu.

Memang tak ada yang menandingi nikmatnya makanan Indonesia yang-memang-sudah-nikmat di negeri orang. Luar biasa bahagianya bisa menikmati hasil racikan Ibu sendiri yang super-duper-yummy. Saya menyimpan sisa bumbu Pecel-nya di dalam kulkas, sedikit sayang untuk sekedar menjadikannya cemilan :). Ah, sungguh, saya ingin memeluk beliau saat ini karena saya semakin sadar Ibu saya briliant. Karena tak mungkin memeluknya dari sini, mungkin foto yang saya ambil dengan iPhone ini mewakili perasaan saya padanya :).

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P.S. Foto-foto ini hasil jepretan kemarin pagi, saat saya dengan semangat ingin mengulangi kenikmatan bumbu Pecel untuk sarapan, tanpa nasi. Hanya sayuran-sayuran yang sama. Memasak sayuran-sayuran itu membuat saya harus bangun sedikit lebih awal. Tak enak kan jika sayurannya tak segar? :). Oh, foto terakhir, saya ambil tadi pagi, karena kemarin saya lupa dan baru sadar tak akan lengkap jika tidak menyertakan bentuk fisik bumbu Pecel-nya sendiri sebelum diseduh. Saya terpaksa menggunakan kemeja hitam yang belum disetrika sebagai background, hehe, saya kehabisan props, toh hasilnya tidak buruk bukan?. Bagaimana, apa saya berhasil membuat anda menelan ludah kali ini dengan Pecel racikan Ibu saya? :). -Azis-

Le Café Gourmand

If you live in Surabaya, I probably suggest a small cafe called Le Café Gourmand you need to stop by. It’s a french patisserie specializes in pastries, coffee and ice cream. Not only pastries, they have some breakfast menus you should try as well.

When I came for the first time on Sunday morning when I was in Indonesia last month, I thought this space would be on my list as a reading or blogging space. Just order pastry (croissant!!!) or dessert or coffee, open your Macbook, surfing on some nice blogs and spend time with cozy ambiance. When I came there I was expecting their latte art yet I was unlucky because they serve it by 4 pm everyday (???). They should have it a long day!

Here some snaps from my mirrorless and iPhone.

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Oh one thing, I crushed with this The Hario Bunno I saw there :* Why she is so adorable!

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