Thursday 17 May 2018

Harvesting Treasures Amidst Laughter

        Taking advantage of early school dismissal during the month of Ramadan, my colleagues and I gathered at Oceanville Seafood Restaurant for a sumptuous feast. Only one platter was ordered for the ten of us, but it was an enormous platter that was a sight for sore eyes and a scrumptious feast for the bellies.
Harvesting an Incredible Friendship

       
Grand Harvest and the belles


Mr. Chicken aims to give Pn. Chong a peck on the cheek

"See you later in my tummy, Mr. Grouper!" 



"Out you go, Mr. Chicken, and off you go back to the kitchen!"

Removing the fish head to return it to the kitchen for more magic

        The Grand Harvest Combination Platter (大豐收大拼盤), priced at RM685 nett for 10 persons, is a three-tier spread of nine different dishes, two of which were subsequently removed from the display and returned to the kitchen where they were skilfully reconstructed into three courses.
Dish 1 : Butter Grouper Slices

Dish 2 : Deep Fried Grouper Rolls

Dish 3 : 8 Treasures Balls

Dish 4 : Prawns Salad

Dish 5 : Crystal Prawn Balls

Dish 6 : Scallop in Hairy Gourd

Dish 7 : Braised Abalone

Dish 8 : Roast Chicken (which was later turned into 

8a       : Chicken Parcels

8b       : Stir-fried Diced Chicken wrapped in Lettuce

Dish 9 : Grouper Fish Head Vermicelli Soup

        Cameras were happily clicking away, friendly banter was free-flowing, great camaraderie was unmistakable...it was no wonder that the exquisite feast was completely finished in no time. 

Friday 11 May 2018

Encountering The Unexpected

         It was tranquil all around, with nary a sound. Just perfect for a snooze. So I reclined the front passenger seat of our rented Nissan X-Trail and closed my eyes.
     Suddenly, I heard some soft music in the distance. My ears pricked up. It couldn't be...there shouldn't be. I sat up and looked around. The music had stopped and I couldn't see anyone or anything. It was as quiet as a graveyard should be. I was, after all, sitting in the car at the southern end of a cemetery in Narooma, New South Wales.
Eternal resting places in Narooma

     Strangely, I wasn't spooked. On the contrary, I was certain that I must have drifted off to sleep and had imagined hearing the music in my dream. So I lay down again and rested.
     And then, I heard it again!
     I bounced up and my eyes combed the entire cemetery to find the source of the music. It must be a funeral procession...hearse... casket...mourners...where are you? But there was nothing, I could see nothing. It was only me, the car and the tombstones.
     And then, I saw it!

     To be more accurate, I saw him!

     It was a lone bagpiper ambling in the far corner of the cemetery. And he proceeded to play a haunting melody.
A fine gentleman he was, and he has Scottish ancestry too!

     I blinked hard. But the figure was truly there and was not a figment of my imagination. I peered through the windscreen and observed that he was wearing a cast on his right leg. 
     My fertile mind whirled into motion. The romantic in me speculated that he and his wife must have been involved in a recent accident, which resulted in her untimely death and left him to recover from a broken leg. He must be missing her sorely. Thus, he had come to visit her resting place and to play her favourite tunes. 
     I continued to observe him from afar and to enjoy the bagpipe music. But the nosy parker in me had to have an answer. 
     Quelling a remote possibility that he was a deranged killer, I left the security of the car and walked across the cemetery to approach him. He was surprised to see me and I quickly introduced myself before politely enquiring why he was playing the bagpipes all alone in a cemetery.
     "I come here to play because if I did it at home, the missus would have a fit and kick me out of the house!" he answered.
     His reply burst my bubble but I complimented him on his playing. We had a brief chat. Then I asked if I could video him playing the bagpipes and he obliged with a short rendition of "Amazing Grace".
     Despite not being the stuff of a hopeless romantic, this encounter at the cemetery in Narooma was definitely one of the highlights of my 2017 New South Wales trip.

     If you are wondering what was I doing all alone at the cemetery, well, I was not entirely alone, to begin with. Hubby was pursuing the famous Glasshouse Rocks. To access them, we had to drive to the cemetery and park at the southern end. From there, we trekked through the forest. There was a fairly steep climb down the cliff to reach the beach. With my dodgy knees, I decided it would be more prudent to take some photos of the ancient geological formations from the cliff and then trudge back to the safety of the car to await adventurous hubby's return.
     
Beautiful shot of Glasshouse Rocks taken from the Internet
      I may not have gotten some great shots of the Glasshouse Rocks but I gained an unexpected encounter that will leave indelible memories.

Saturday 5 May 2018

Choosing New York for Sushi

    No, I didn't jet set to New York for sushi. I have neither the means nor the time to do so. But it was a very tasty Japanese meal at an eatery called New York Sushi right in Ipoh.
New York Sushi is located at 24, Jalan Medan Ipoh 3, Bandar Baru Medan Ipoh.

     Despite passing by this restaurant many times, hubby and I had never given it a try. But after Lee, my food connoisseur colleague, raved about it, our interest was piqued.
     The menu was really extensive, ranging from Japanese to Western. It was not easy to make our choices as everything looked and sounded scrumptious. But we finally decided on sharing the American Dream maki, the New York maki and the grilled salmon in teriyaki sauce, in addition to a chicken katsu donburi solely for hubby and a seafood pumpkin soup for myself.   
American Dream maki (shrimp tempura topped with spicy lobster salad served with creamy sesame sauce and chilli herbs sauce)


New York Roll (soft shell crab tempura and spicy snow crab wrapped with kombu seaweed)

Grilled salmon in teriyaki sauce

Hubby's chicken katsu don

My seafood pumpkin soup (with a mussel, squid and prawn tempura)

Face of sheer delight

       Both hubby and I have a penchant for Japanese food and are particularly devoted to Sushi Zento as well as Mokuren in Ipoh. But after our first meal at New York Sushi, we agree that it can certainly give those two establishments a run for their money. 
       Ingredients were really fresh, fillings were wondrously generous and the rolls were incredibly innovative, probably stemming from the owner's vast culinary experience. But most importantly, prices were kept extremely reasonable!
       If you are wondering why would a Japanese restaurant be named after an American city, the answer is simple. The owner, Chef Eddy, worked in the United States for 12 years and had the pleasure of cooking for Bill Clinton as well as Sean Connery. But America's loss is Ipoh's gain because after spending so many years abroad honing his craft, Chef Eddy has now returned to Ipoh.
       To prove how enamoured of New York Sushi we are, we were back for a second meal in less than 2 weeks. But this time, hubby ordered a chicken teriyaki bento while I had a Paradise Roll all to myself.
Hubby's very filling chicken teriyaki bento, which also included a miso soup, fruits plus a chawanmushi.


Me and my Paradise Roll (shrimp tempura, spicy lobster salad and tempura crabmeat wrapped with yellow soybean seaweed and yuzu mango sauce)

        Hmm...when shall we go there again, darling?