Gerai Makanan Kokki

In the car, I felt more disquiet as my mind kept preying on my fear. Was I having a mild heart attack? Was this the onset of a stroke? I tried to recall the symptoms Mark told me about his experience, the days leading to his attack. Did I felt cold on the left side of my lips? Did I veered to the left while I was walking earlier? I couldn’t concentrate on the conversation Mark was trying to engage me in on the way to the roadside stall as we slated for Jalan Tun Aminah. It became a monologue. Despite my prolonged inactivity and silence (perhaps this was a figment of my imagination), Mark was oblivious to what was happening. I wanted so badly to belch or break wind just to get the “compression” out of my system. My chest felt tight. It seemed like eternity when we finally arrived.

While walking towards the stall, I told Mark that I was sick. I immediately added I was feeling better now, out of car, getting some fresh air. I related my fear and he laughed. He said the symptoms for women would be on the right side if I had stroke was on my mind. I still didn’t feel good but the pain became a discomfort, and the discomfort was manageable. “Oh God, I’m too young to die and I don’t want to be a convalescent”, I prayed silently.

Mark picked a table at the less crowded corner where I wouldn’t become claustrophobic. It was a few feet away from the satay stand. We sat down and ordered a hot drink of longan tea. The drink did me good. I felt much better after a few spoons of the sweet broth. Perhaps my blood sugar dipped earlier, I don’t know. My body is not so predictable these days.

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The place was swarm when we arrived even though it was near closing time.

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The menu offered by the main stallholder.
There were other hawkers – a Chinese makeshift stall selling BBQ Chicken Wings and another stand operated by Muslim ladies selling Satay.

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The Hot Longan Drink came in bowls.

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Wanton Mee MYR4.50

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Most of the stuff were sold out, so we told them to give us a mix of what they had.
There’s otak ngoh hiang (meat rolls), fried pig’s skin, taukee (beancurd skin), breaded crabmeat balls and pomegranate chicken balls in this bowl of Curry Yong Tau Foo (YTF).

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We did not have noodles with the curry YTF.
Our bill totaled MYR18.50 but I do not have the breakdown as the 2 drinks and 2 bowls of curry YTF added up to MYR14.

This was one of the rare occasions I am not very keen on eating, especially a curry dish.

This was one of the rare occasions I am not very keen on eating, especially a curry dish.

The Wanton Mee was below average. The noodles did not have the eggy fragrance like that of Restoran Chin Chin. They were too firm for my liking. There was no chilli sauce, just some soy seasoning. The meatballs and charsiu (bbq pork) were dry. No vegetables, not even a stalk. No wantons in soup to accompany the dish. I do not recommend it.

Mark said for MYR5, the curry noodles with chicken was a steal. Half a chicken came with it. He was exaggerating of course but he was trying to say it’s cheap value for money. I opted for Curry Yong Tau Foo, which Mark and I would share but the order taker cum cook made two bowls. We accepted “defeat” after the server could not or pretended not to comprehend our explanation that we’d only ordered one bowl of curry YTF and a plate of wanton mee. I consoled myself that if I were to die that night, at least I wouldn’t wind up being a hungry ghost. Choy! Let’s not argue over a few ringgit.

The curry we had for YTF is the same used for curry chicken mee. It was savoury sweet, inclining towards salty but still palatable. In my humble opinion, Malaysian Chinese’ curry cuisine has an edge over Singapore’s (which employs Nonya or Inadian curry mix). Malaysian’s Chinese curry mix lacked cumin but the wonderful aroma was distinctively ketumbar (coriander seeds). The curry is also more soupy, not as lemak (creamy) as Singapore’s version, making drinking curry as opposed to eating curry a valid statement. I disliked some of the secondary ingredients given that night, the crouton studded fried crabmeat balls and other floury stuff which broke down into mush in the gravy but I loved the fried bean curd skins (taukee/fuchok), you should know that by now. Overall, an interesting meal but nothing fantastic.

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That’s Mark paying up.

Gerai Makanan Kokki
Address: By the roadside of Jalan Tun Aminah.
Jalan Tun Teja, Taman Ungku Tun Aminah, 81300.
Johor Bahru (Skudai),
Johor, Malaysia.

Operating hours: Closed on Sundays.
After 5pm till midnight (or sold out, whichever comes first).

Date visited: 1st March 2014.

Happy eating 🙂

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P.S. That night I got home, tried the Emperor Chicken from Teck Sing and got down to work. The pain came on and off. I saw a doctor in the morning and was diagnosed as having digestive disorders, something that can happen to women my age (eyes rolling). If you are interested, click here to investigate further. When I finally fell asleep, it was a long and peaceful rest – had about 24 hours hibernation my children knocked on my door to ensure I was alive, lol… Yeah, that’s excactly what they said “Just checking to see if you’re alive”. The irony was they didn’t know what had happened, not even now. And nope I wasn’t a sleeping beauty either, I woke up on Monday morning feeling like a rag doll but very grateful that I’m still alive 😀

What happened on Saturday brought to mind The Story of Two Monks.
Two traveling monks reached a river where they met a young woman. Wary of the current, she asked if they could carry her across. One of the monks hesitated, but the other quickly picked her up onto his shoulders, transported her across the water and put her down on the other bank. She thanked him and departed.

As the monks continued on their way,  one was brooding and seemed preoccupied. Unable to hold his silence any longer, he spoke out.

“Brother, our spiritual training teaches us to avoid any contact with women, but you picked that one up on your shoulders and carried her!”

“Brother,” the second monk replied, “I set her down on the other side, while you are still carrying her.”

Moral of the story?

Mark had stopped brooding a long time ago. He celebrates life daily. I had let the fear of dying kept me from living.

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Comments
5 Responses to “Gerai Makanan Kokki”
  1. Lignum Draco says:

    I was going to say that indigestion can do that to people. 🙂
    ie. Mimic a heart attack. Maybe half portions for a while? 🙂

  2. wingedprisms says:

    good post Semi. So glad you are here and feeling better. 😀

    • Sam Han says:

      Hehe Cate, so thankful it’s nothing major. I’m leaving in the morning (a couple of hours from now) and the next few posts are scheduled. Hope wordpress is working, sometimes they don’t put out my scheduled. I’m going to an island and hopefully there’s internet 😀

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