Parents often tell you that the welfare of a family that can be seen from her kitchen. How not to.? That is where most of the bone slam, toil, sweat and juice. Although in general the kitchen is a place or a special room for cooking., Prepare energy for the human occupants of the house. But not a few also made this as a place to search forging money (revenue).

At first when I was little, our house is still a house with an old building structure adopted by the village people. The form of this house like Limas dam is often called a pyramid. The house is divided into four important sections namely the front room, bedroom, senthong (warehouse), Pawon (kitchen). Usually the kitchen belonging to the extent not much different from the spacious living-room building.

Our home, the kitchen was the most frequently visited by the residents of the house. In addition to the cooking arena, though processing, this dtempat also we like to hang out, chat, anything what was to be able to sleep in the kitchen because it placed a “divan” (bed).

At that time we still use the fireplace hearth is a very simple, using firewood. Well, because it setiapaku wake up from sleep, I just went into the kitchen and enjoy the warmth of radiant heat and embers from the stove. Through it all, I know the habits of the kitchen activities, especially the scene from my mother. Cause he is the most powerful in the region.

From beliaulah I began to know how to make fire, light the stove, pestle, pestle, chopped, sliced, and eperithing … In a way, I learned about cooking and cooking since I was a kid, where I was always waiting and watching his movements and imitated later time play with practically the same teman.Apalagi often used to send elementary school teachers to help parents who are working ..

The first thing I do in the kitchen when it was a mistake.

At the time I was kira2 third grade my elementary school play, run-larian around the kitchen. While the mother I was cooking rice in the kettle black once already because of soot. As usual after the rice is cooked, the rice is immediately derived from the stove and then the lid slightly open. Well, at that time I was busy chasing cats Mother. Chased, running and running, and maybe my heart is so heavy because merassakan joy toy is alive. Without realizing my feet container into a fairly hot. Container it is boiler rice containing the results of my mother’s cooking.

Luckily my feet like the feet of iron that have a high boiling point. So I do not feel great pain, and no burns. But I was crying, and crying even more so when my mom is super nyuuuush .. yell at me and finally punished ..

Shock punishment. I was obliged to replace the rice that I had been trampled. In other words I have to cook the rice.

Fortunately, my mother did not melepasku just like that, little by little he guided from mususi (washing rice), the dose of water until done while asking if my leg pain.? With a little sob, I do it under pressure from the punishment my mother’s voice … and I beryukur aduhaiiiiii the fact that the rice mateng and fit (guns guns jemek & dry).

Eventually my mother gave me guns never late for rice cooking tasks, and even learn to cook until vegetables … my first vegetable is vegetable bananas …

Ingredients: bananas

Seasonings: garlic meraah, garlic, salt, sugar, chili sauce ..

Well, tuh banana peel, then the fried half mateng … As we begin to mashed or pestle-pestle. After scent wuangi .. we also enter a banana half mateng tuh .. Stir briefly then pour in enough water .. After the water boils, salt ama love sugar according to taste …

Wait 10-15 minutes and then ready to be eaten ….

Oh yes …! We never memaka whose name the flavor and the like.! And since then I’ve become like cooking ..

Until now, the kitchen remained a place kongkow members of the family all the more peaceful heart .. if knowing that the food supply is still a lot .. clean kitchen tools .. Especially if I’m on vacation home kakak2 nyembelih then with my chicken … weks .. exclaimed abis .. .. ngangenin but also njengkelin why? Because as the youngest child I used to be the messenger,, have to take this, take the Inu, and get this, etc. ..

Mmmm …

Since a few months ago there was a change, ruler of the kitchen should break due to a brain hemorrhage. The pain will lead to the weakening of some nerve and muscle …

Again and again, I as the youngest child who has not been anywhere in the house aka masi diem should replace that position. My brothers were already in a job and they no longer lived at home, and only me. Therefore, my mother’s position slider. He is more worthy to rest.

Now the kitchen into the house and my room. Um .. Cook, nyuci, and eperithing I do with my assistant, Mr less so clever and interested in cooking. Dad is more fit to be the builders tea maker. Heheheheehe …

“You have to cook.!” Was the phrase from my mother that I always remember.



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