ESSAYS: Memory’s Savour

The link between my mother’s memories and my own

(The Indian Quarterly (IQ) / January 2015)

Eggs.Not just any eggs, but telor balado. A dish of hardboiled eggs served in chilli paste. Served with chicken satay and peanut sauce, a pork dish we called babi kong, a salad of fresh greens and perhaps cucumbers and onions in a sweetish vinegar relish. But always the eggs. That’s how I remember lunch at home, when I was growing up Read more…