Good God, the whole family must've eaten enough food to feed ten armies.
For our little family, it started with a humble bowl of mee rebus muar at the Pagoh rest stop. It was decent, so I decided to ask for "No taugeh, extra mee please bang.."
That kind of set the tempo for the rest of the holiday. There was no stopping the gluttons within us. It was all systems go.
The mee rebus came back full to the brim, with deliciously sweet gravy nearly spilling out of the embarrassingly huge bowl. They'd put perhaps four fistfuls tauhus in there, and a whole boiled egg.
Then that night it was the reception dinner.
Everyone had seconds. And thirds. Then fourths. Err.. perhaps some of us had more than that. I tell ya, I haven't drooled over ayam masak merah like that in what seems like ages.
Then in the morning, the whole gang met at the coffee house for the buffet breakfast. I think we nearly gave the manager a heart attack.
Everyone stayed for more than an hour, polishing off many, many, many plates of food.
Then too soon it was time to go our own ways.
For H, Gibran, my mum, aunt and myself.... it meant more food.
We faithfully followed the GPS instructions to a wicked murtabak stall in Kampung Melayu Majidi where together we promptly devoured a plate of rojak (containing tempeh and spareparts.. yummehh), a special beef murtabak and an ayam murtabak. And ais kacang on top of all that, please.
We even tapau-ed some for our family and friends in KL.
We managed to behave pretty well all the way home, only stopping for canned Nescafe, isotonic drinks and yogurt drink for the li'l fella who'd been competing his appetite nicely alongside ours throughout the journey.
You'd think the rah-rah-go-foooooood tempo would stop once we reached KL. Wrong.
By 8 p.m. we figured we'd behaved long enough to earn a nice meal at Homst TTDI.
And so we devoured four large lauks with platefuls of rice.
And that, my friends, was our MELANTAK weekend so far.
Thank God for the Nike City Run tomorrow.
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