A craving mom..;)

I am back in my hometown.

The journey was good, despite some minor air pockets and turbulence..

I was thrown from my seat a few time, not that I bounced from my seat high up and landed flat on the floor but my butt did lift a few mm from the seat….hehehehe

When I fly alone and there was such turbulence I would sometime picture myself as falling from thousands feet high. I closed my eyes…pray

And then I die. Alone

But things were different when I was flying with Zoul. When there were turbulences I felt less scared since my tension was somewhat released when I squeezed his hand, at least he was there with me and I wont die alone if we fell….

I have dabai daily since a month ago.  B$5 /plastic container (800gm? Or less?) but since I love it so much Zoul would go to all length to get them for me. Hmmmm….so far so good….supply is over demand. Thanks daddy!!

It’s been three days since I had the last dabai and now there is none left for me to savour.

What is dabai? Some of you might ask..

Dabai is a seasonal fruit that could be found in Borneo. You can tell fresh dabai from the colour of the tip where the stalk was (upright end) it’s yellowish, if fresh but it’s white if not so fresh although still edible.

 The locals scrape the skin before consuming but I eat without scrapping them. Dabai has to be soaked first in warm water (not hot water) until they get tender before consuming.. Zoul will do it for me since my judgment was never precise and I would end up eating not tender enough dabai.  I like dipping them in soy sauce which gives the ‘lemak masin’ taste but Zoul doesn’t like it. Alhamdulillah….I always had more than I bargain for. Thanks daddy!

I told Zoul that maybe we should plant the seeds here so we can have endless supply of dabai but then Zoul said my craving for dabai will soon be over. No need to go to such length.

Well, I don’t think so.  

Oh, I cannot wait to go back to Brunei where gloriousssss dabai awaits!