Chitato Soto Betawi
Tidak hanya rasa Pempek, sambut Asian Games 2018 Jakarta Palembang, @mychitato juga mengeluarkan rasa baru terinspirasi dari kuliner khas Jakarta: Soto Betawi.
Secara personal, lebih suka rasa Soto Betawi. Gigitan pertama uda langsung terasa taste daging sapi dengan santan gurih dan asam segar jeruk nipis layaknya makan soto betawi
Kalau kalian sendiri lebih suka yang mana? Komen di bawah sini ya :)
A Year of Mindful Eating: Food stories that take you home
When my son, Alex, suggested he and his wife, Gietha, come to my house at 3:30 instead of the usual 5-6 pm on Sunday, I looked at my fridge crisper drawer full of CSA cucumbers and decided to forget dinner, and offer high tea instead.
I didn’t hear the term high tea until I left Kangaroo Flat and headed to Melbourne for college. My boyfriend at the time had English parents, and just as I’ve clung onto the memory of Australia frozen in time at the year 2000, their view of England remained grounded in the home they knew, the Downton Abbey between-the-wars England of high teas and salons of intellectuals who sipped and nibbled on the larger questions of their day.
In Kangaroo Flat we called high tea, afternoon tea, although there was no comparison between what took place within the family – a nice cup of tea made in a pot, a slice of homemade fruit cake, or some bread and butter – and what happened whenever any unsuspecting guest stumbled over our threshold. I say unsuspecting because my mother took hospitality to the extreme. If a guest was present at teatime there’d be fresh baked scones with jam and cream, dainty sandwiches, at least one cake, sweet biscuits (cookies), and dry biscuits and cheese, known here in NYC as crackers and cheese.
Food is the easiest way for a migrant like me to maintain ties to my original culture, but recreating my favorite food doesn’t always go smoothly. Whitestone is a good bread desert, and so I asked my son to bring a decent loaf of sandwich bread. Knowing how much I love a rustic baguette he brought that instead.
So much for dainty sandwiches. Undaunted, I mixed up a batch of hardboiled egg, chiffonade lettuce and mayo, and another of cream cheese, butter, mint, and sliced cucumber. We made a batch of rustic rounds, I cooked up some scones (the British kind, not the Irish kind common in NYC), whipped up some cream to go with my homemade, homegrown apricot jam, and put the kettle on.
What we ended up with would have shocked my old boyfriend’s parents, and caused my old mum to tut-tut, but we scoffed it all down, and had a grand time. Click link for tea podcast.