A few days ago my spouse had this done; one of my favorite way of enjoying the
Kembong fish. Fried crisps with chili sauce. The blended dry chili and anions etc. had to be fried into a thick paste and only then would the fish,
which had already been deep-fried be added to it. Otherwise it would not taste
as good. She always did it perfect to my liking. To me personally the Ikan
Kembong Goreng Belada always bring back memories of my childhood in Kuantan. I
grew up in a restaurant which is also a place where we live, thus we always eat
foods cook for the public consumption and it the same every day. To get to eat
something different we kids had to go to our mother's home and enjoy her
cooking and that is not often. One such fish that I had always enjoyed at my
mother's house is the Ikan Kembong Goreng Belada, like in the image above. At
the restaurant, it does not taste the same perhaps because mom cooking always has
that special ingredient that is call love. They say the reason mom cooking
always taste better is because she always sprinkles her cooking with love.
One day I went to a friend house at Jalan Gambut in Kuantan. Halim is
his name. His parents both working in the government agency thus they get to
live in government quarter. In those days government quarters is the best accommodation that anyone could ask for. It was almost lunch time; when I arrived at
his house he was enjoying his lunch of white-rice with the fish Ikan Kembong
Goreng Belada. Oblivious of my presence he kept eating and did not invite
me to join him. I just look and salivating at the look of the fried-fish in the
chili sauce. It was sort of an agony looking at him eating that Ikan Kembong
Goreng Belada. Because of the happening, that incident at Halim's house stuck
to my mind till these days. That scene kept repeating in my memories whenever I saw Ikan Kembong Goreng Berlada. Well folks’ life of a child is like that. You remember some episode of your life.
Have a nice day.
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