When we left Malaysia we recognized those little things we'd need to let go of. A big one was the east Asian food which had become such an integral part of our diet and the culture we called home. And when we arrived here we found a plethora of Asian food though it was never quite "the same" as enjoying it on a street-side in Kuala Lumpur or Thailand. And then, one day, Amalia and daddy stumbled onto a 'hole in the wall' Thai place only to discover that mango sticky rice was on the menu.
Now let's be clear. Mango sticky rice holds a very special place in the heart of our girls not simply because of the taste, but because of the memories that it brings with it. Mango sticky rice is a window to SE Asia, to the kind people of that region, to the restoration of natural goodness through one's stomach. It is "one of those things" that, for us, is synonymous with the place where our girls were born and brought up until recently. And though our experience here is slowly replacing the memories that our girls hold of that region, we have, finally, found a mango sticky rice worth waiting for!
One look at the smile above and one can see that this particular plate says "I'm home" to us. :-)
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