Porridge is my breakfast every day. A friend said he feels sick if he had it, like a patient swallows porridge in hospital. But i like it. Every six thirty or seven o’clock in the morning I will drag my body to wake up and forget to wash my face and brush my teeth.
I ride my scooter to market in the morning breeze to mingle with others who i bet not brush their teeth and wash their face either. It is gross but that is life of people here i guess. I park my scooter along with the snaking motorbikes with parking men hanging around.
I am heading to the mother who sells the porridge. She is busy with customers already. I take photo and she looks at me. Her daughter is there to help her. She prepares porridge for me. She knows how to make my porridge since i come here every day.
This porridge is wrapped in banana leaves, assorted vegetables, grated grilled coconut on top and no chili. No spicy for my delicate tummy. This traditional delicacy is takeaway only since no place to eat either.
The daughter is often here to help her mother to serve customer quicker. She is friendly just like her mother, chatting away with customer who is mostly knowing each other.
Next to this mother there is a grandmother sells Balinese cake. She is even friendlier, greeting me with smile, she calls me bagus means handsome young man. Who doesn’t like compliment, right?
I love Balinese cake since i was little. I like traditional food, they are tasty along with memory of my childhood. Look those cake’s colors, they are natural and healthy. The sprinkle of coconut grate and liquid of palm sugar leaking all over them, it makes my mouth watery already.
I also buy some corn cake and tofu with sauce but not pungent. Those are for my meal for the day. I cook rice at home with rice cooker. Thanks to technology that helps single man like me so much.
I can’t imagine have to cook like my late mother when there was no electricity back then. She had to ignite firewood, it was worse on rainy day because all things was wet. It burned patience instead the firewood.
Now technology is rapid and amazing that obviously advances quality of our life. But it brings new problem it is called laziness. Like me, i don’t like cooking even though i cook it is tasteless. Beside buying food is cheaper than cooking for a person living alone.
I know how to eat my breakfast in good way. By sitting on the beach and unwrapping the porridge, eat it while looking at the little waves watching me. The sea might think this little guy knows how to enjoy himself.
Beach is better in the morning, it is quiet, no heat and cool breeze. What perfect way to start my day. My porridge always tastes great, so yummy and soft.
Finished with the porridge i sweeten my morning with colorful Balinese cake. The palm sugar syrup sweetens my tongue and heart, flies me high to blue sky. I close my eyes when the palm sugar floods my all corners of mouth. It is happiness and cheap, i call it heaven on earth.