keropok lekor

i was at the kitchen, frying keropok lekor for my siblings. thanks to abg, at last i found a genuine keropok lekor from its origin. but at that moment i do not have any feel to eat or to cook.

frying frying. what a tedious job when you don't really have the mood. i was looking at the bubbly hot oil in the wok, praying that there will be no blast. good keropok. not even a tiny blast happened. mind mind whined back to the year when i was 16, frying the keropok taken right away from the freezer. i was excited. frying kreopok was big for me that time.

what a bad keropok. a blast happened, one of the bad keropok flew out from the wok and landed right on my shoulder. woohoo. hot. i was burning hot a that time. jumping like a monkey and cried in pain. mak put on some colgate on the burning area to cool it down, but it turned so painful later. then mak tried some butter. i felt like i'm a french toast with a twist of mint at that moment. :(

in pain, finally mak turned to a more traditional approach. minyak gamat. nice. i felt better.

for one whole week, no cloth can touch that area. my baju kurung was asymmetrical as i had to pull the collar away from the shoulder. i was a minah senget at that moment.

i am getting married to a kelantanese. keropok lekor, please be kind. thank you