Sunday, November 15, 2009

A picture tells a thousand stories (3)

Last Saturday I visited my mum at her hometown. It was suppose to be a day trip but you know lah, my mum is very good at making me feel guilty for not spending more time with her. I do love spending time with my mum, I love her very much. Just that weekend, I had so many things going on at work. I was suppose to be at work on Saturday to finalize preparation for school sport day on Monday.

Anyways, I stayed. When I woke up in the morning, there sat one of my aunts next to my bed, already waiting for me to open my eyes. Apparently I 'already' had a plan for that day. Just, it was not me who planned it. My mum and aunt were very excited to take me to my aunt's orchard. I'd prefer sleep in to walking in the orchard under the hot sun but arrgghhh....I did not have the heart to disappoint them! Of course I knew by agreeing to go, I will be the one who will drive and also carry a few sacks of fruits back to the car... but what option did I have? These old people have those weird voices. When you hear them, you can't help but to keep your mouth shut and nod your head against your will. Damn, can't wait to be old and get those weird voice! It must be fun to make younger people nod their head every time I speak.

Although I went in a grumpy mood, I must say it was surprisingly a pleasant trip. Despite the hot sun and mosquitoes attack, I enjoyed picking the fruits from the tree and ate them like nobody's business. They seems to be more delicious when they are totally free. Maybe the joy was also because we stopped at the next orchard (belongs to my late grandpapa) to say hello to him at his grave. I have been missing him so much. Being able to visit him and tell him I love him was really, erm ... I don't' know, nice? Relieving? I'm glad my oldies dragged me with them that day.

I took a few photos using my old phone (Note to hubby: it's really time we should consider getting me a good phone and a digital camera!). I put little stories too so we all know what they are.

Cempedak trees. The fruits taste very sweet.








On the way to grandpapa's grave..










Hello grandpapa!






Grandpapa was buried in his orchard. Next to his grave is a big bambangan tree. It's almost past the season but it must be our good luck, there were still some for us.









While collecting the fruits, my aunt said, if I ever needed herb for treating scabs (touch wood, I never want to have scabs!) I should remember this plant:



She did say the name of this plant in Dusun but I don't remember it anymore. If I'm not mistaken, she said Kuinin or something like that. Just out of curiosity, I googled 'Herbs in Malaysia'. I was surprised to find out it was the famous 'Tongkat Ali'. I was like, wow, we have Tongkat Ali trees as weeds in our orchard? They are everywhere! How cool is that?

(It's funny that my aunt uses Tongkat Ali to cure scabs. I thought it was well known as to make men stronger in bed. Lol!)


By the way, these are the people who made me nodded my head against my will. Love you guys. You're the best!






When I got home, I made my first attempt to make my first Bambangan pickles. I hope it will come out edible!











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