lemang oh lemang..where art thou...
the house, well, the spot, not the house, where i was born...hehe
This afternoon like all other afternoons, on the eve of Eid Mubarak, I'd go about my usual chores. Washing the car at the favourite Mobil station, in town, was one of them. Then I'd quickly make my way to Bukit Setongkol, the once quaint little, predominantly javanese village where I was born. Embah Babut, Embah Sitom (my late grandmother) have all passed away a long time ago. Datuk Johan Jaafar, on his regular saturday column in NST said that this year he would join his predominantly javanese folks kampong at Sungai Balang, Muar, Johore, for the javanese ritual called 'baraan'. I went straight to the back of Wak Gimin's home, beside the house I was born in. He was there, that frail 83 year old man. Watching diligently, his lemangs over the fire lest they might get overcooked or at worst, burnt. He recognised me intantly cos whenever I am back to celebrate Eid Mubarak in Kuantan, I never fail to get a few sticks, well bambo sticks of lemangs from him. He has been burning the lemang as far back as my childhood days. The lemang is glutinous rice, carefully prepared with coconut milk, placed in banana leaf and carefully inserted into well-chosen bamboo and placed at about a 70% angle beside a delicate charcoal fire, to be simmered away. It takes a couple of hours before the lemang is done.