Kitchen: Indonesian Sambel Tomat

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In the making of Indonesian Sambal Tomat (Spicy tomato sauce) [2016:EO]

Ingredients:

  1. 1 medium size tomato (chopped into chunk)
  2. 2 small size shallots (chopped into chunk)
  3. 8 pieces of red chili  (chopped into chunk)
  4. 1/4 tsp of shrimp paste (grilled)
  5. 1/2 tsp of salt
  6. a pinch of sugar
  7. 1 tsp of vegetable oil (sun flower oil/olive oil/canola oil)

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Sambel Tomat [2016:EO]

Direction:

  1. In a frying pan, heat the vegetable oil over medium heat for 30 seconds;
  2. Add the chopped tomato, chopped shallot and chopped chili into frying pan and cooked it for 3 minutes over medium low hit until it gets soft;
  3. Transfer the cooked vegetable into stone mortar;
  4. Add the shrimp paste, salt and sugar into it;
  5. With the stone pestle, pound all the ingredients until it breaks down; continue to grind and mash the ingredients well into paste;
  6. As all the ingredients turn into paste, the sambal is ready to be served with all kind of dishes.

PS: If you do not have mortar and pestle, you can make sambal with food processor.

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Ztreet Queen: Sidomukti Skirt

Sidomukti Skirt [2015: CP]

Sidomukti Skirt [2015: CP]

Years ago….. I used to be known as an ‘ethnic girl’ because I love wearing ethnic fashion outfit and accessories, be it necklace, earing or skirt, and that is how I called myself, ethnicgirl. However my fashion taste has been changing as time passed by. I left the ethnic girl within me and become some kind of edgy girl. Yet, I still heart some ethnic element in fashion.

I must say that I often find it hard to get something an outfit which bring together the element of ethnic and modern as one combination in fashion product. Many fashion producer might try but I think they fail or I just never like them. That is why ….  I’d always rather to purchase raw material and design it by myself or together with tailor. Why? So I can get the perfect combination of color, pattern and also unique design according to my taste. At the same time, I also could determine the quality of it.

Rocking Sidomukti Skirt [2015: CP]

Rocking Sidomukti Skirt [2015: CP]

Few months ago, I went back to my hometown, the city of Yogyakarta. There is one ritual that I always do whenever I go to Yogya, I always go to Mirota Batik in Jalan Malioboro for Batik shopping. Mirota Batik is one of the largest souvenir shop in Yogyakarta. The shop is organized, clean and has a wide variety of products with reasonable price. I got myself a couple of Batik Solo.

As soon as I returned to Jakarta, I asked a good friend of mine, who happened to be a fashion designer, to design a funky skirt for me. And this is it, Sidomukti Skirt by Dreu Lona. Look the different that she made for the front and the back of the skirt. Love it so much! Thank you Miss Naia.

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Notes: I Love Cooking

Preparation for 'Tumis Daun Pucuk Labu' [2013: Oktofani]

Preparation for ‘Tumis Daun Pucuk Labu’ [2013: Oktofani]

When it comes to food, I am actually quiet picky! I’d rather having a good homemade Indonesian food for lunch than having cheese burger and french fries from McDonald or steak with baked potato from any fancy good restaurant for dinner.

Since I moved to Jakarta, I always have a problem to find a good yet delicious homemade Indonesian food especially Javanese dish in Jakarta. Well, I would say that I can find hundred of them selling those homemade Indonesian food but most of them were tasteless. Whether the soto ayam is too oily, fried chicken is not well fried or tumis kangkung is too salty. It sucks.  Man… I need a real food! I need a healthy, clean yet delicious Indonesian food.

Therefore, as I have been taught how to cook  and any kind of recipes are available online, I start to use my cooking knowledge to cook my favorite Indonesian dish such as pepes ikan kembung, tumis kacang panjang, cah bayam, tempe goreng, pepes tahu, tumis daun singkong ikan teri, sayur asem, empal gepuk, tumis daging sapi or tumis bunga pepaya.

Sometimes I also make Western food such as broccoli pasta, salmon steak or beef steak. But it is very rarely.

I always make sure that I have complete source of nutrition on the table for my family. I always make a vegetable dish, meat or fish, rice and sambal in my dining table.  I love the idea of always having healthy food. It is just perfect for everybody! I even am in love with my own cooking! I love cooking!

Actually I like the idea of fancy dining in a good French, Italian or Japanese restaurant with a good bottle of wine. I like the culture of it where we can enjoy our meal, have fun and have a conversation over wine. But I am just not a big fans of Western food.

You know what they say? You can take the girl out of the village but you cannot take the village out of her. I love Indonesian food so much.

Tumis Daun Pucuk Labu [2013: Oktofani]

Tumis Daun Pucuk Labu [2013: Oktofani]

Tumis Bunga Pepaya [2012: Oktofani]

Tumis Bunga Pepaya [2012: Oktofani]

Pepes Tahu [2013: Oktofani]

Pepes Tahu [2013: Oktofani]

Preparation for Pepes Ikan Kembung [2013: Oktofani]

Preparation for Pepes Ikan Kembung [2013: Oktofani]

Salmon Steak with Vegetable Salad [2012: Oktofani]

Salmon Steak with Vegetable Salad [2012: Oktofani]

Tumis Kacang Panjang, Nasi Putih dan Sambal Terasi [2012: Oktofani]

Tumis Kacang Panjang, Nasi Putih dan Sambal Terasi [2012: Oktofani]


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Notes: Tiring Trip To Yogyakarta

What a tiring 15 hours road trip from Jakarta to Yogyakarta on Saturday?! But I’m happy that I did this trip because I could  escape from the hustle bustle of Jakarta for few days.

Anyway, this is my second road trip from Jakarta to Yogyakarta. I usually would prefer to take 8 hours of night executive train or an hour of flight, but this time I somehow want to take this long tiring trip. I don’t know why on earth I wanna do this.

Taking the south route from Jakarta to Cikampek – Cipularang – Bandung – Cileunyi – Rancaekek – Nagreg – Malangbong –  Ciawi – Ciamis – Banjar – Lumbir – Banyumas – Buntu – Sumpiuh – Kebumen – Kulonprogo – Purworejo – Wates – Yogyakarta.

Left Jakarta at 8 a.m, arrived in Yogyakarta at 11: 30 pm. Stopped in a couple of places for lunch and fuel. Oh what a tiring road trip?!

On my way to Yogyakarta, I saw a terrible accident of motorcycle was run by a truck somewhere in Central Java around 7 pm. It was shocking. I was shocked. But I did not want to stop to check out. My car was also close, very close run by couple of big vehicle a couple of times, truck and bus.

All those truck and bus drivers were just so crazy. They just want to get to their destination as fast as possible without thinking about their own and other people safety. Why on earth you wanna arrive in your destination an hour earlier by risking yourself?! Don’t you think about your family at home?! Jesus!

I’m not sure that I wanna take this road trip to Yogyakarta again. But who knows? I always change my mind.

I would take a north route on my way back to Jakarta as it is faster.

Ummm I got not much to say here…. My mind is not at peace. So I end my writing here.
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Photo: Lawas

My mum and my uncle were listening to the radio - nn

My mum and my uncle were listening to the radio – nn

Lawas is a Javanese word, which means old. Last week I went back to my hometown , I found a whole pile of very beautiful classic photographs from the 60-70’s at my parent’s house. Those photographs were just beautiful and each of it has its own story.

I did not know who were taking all these photographs, when was it taken exactly and what kind of camera was used. Some of them are still in good condition, some are not. But I was trying to preserve all of them by scanning it and place it new albums.

Happiness is in the air. [My parent's wedding-nn]

Happiness is in the air. [My parent’s wedding-nn]

Getting some water - nn

Getting some water – nn

My great-grandmother from my father's side- nn

My great-grandmother from my father’s side- nn

Teachers of Pugeran Catholic Elementary School [1969-nn]

Teachers of Pugeran Catholic Elementary School [1969-nn]

Male circumcision- nn

Male circumcision- nn

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Notes: Safe Flight to Heaven Adit

Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it- Ecclesiastes 12:7

Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it- Ecclesiastes 12:7

Then the dust will return to the earth as it was, and the spirit will return to God who gave it – Ecclesiastes 12:7

Nobody knows the mystery of life. And I just cannot believe that he is gone forever. He is Richardo Dicky Aditya. He is my beloved cousin, brother and homie. He’s gone in a very young age. And everyone agreed that he is very young when he’s gone. He is only 25 years old.

It was just last Sunday at 11 a.m. when I was still talking to him via BBM (Blackberry Messenger) and asking his condition. He told me that he was getting better. But seven hours later, my sister called me. She told me that Adit passed away, that he’s just gone forever.

“Is it real? Am I in a dreamland? Why? How come? I just talked to him few hours ago and he is gone now?” I asked to myself.

I was rendered speechless. I was stoned. I was shocked. Tears just streamed down my face. I just could not believe the news that I heard from my sister. Adit passed away.

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Adit and I [Yogyakarta, 2011]

Adit and I [Yogyakarta, 2011]

I missed the last flight from Jakarta to Yogyakarta on Sunday night as I only had an hour to catch the last flight. I decided to take a morning flight at 07:55 a.m on Monday.  And as soon as I landed, I went straight to Adit’s house with my best friend Olen.

On my way to Adit’s house, I still could not believe that the reason  I went to Yogya was just to say my last goodbye to Adit. “What my last goodbye? Where is he going?” Part of me asked myself because  I just still could not believe that Adit passed away, that he left his family, lover and friends just like that. I just could not believe. No, I could not believe it.

In a second I arrived at Adit’s house, I saw Yusak, he hugged me and broke in tears. He lost his very best friend in his life. We still could not believe that it really happened. We still could not believe that Adit was taken away without any warning or spoken words.  He’s just gone away. He left us with no warning. And no, we still could not believe it.

But it was real, it was not a dream.  Wearing a pair of black suit, Adit was lied in a white coffin. He smiled. He looks as if he was just sleeping but very peacefully. In a fact, he has been taken away from us to a better place by God. He’s gone forever.

Tried to staying strong, Bu Ida, Adit’s mom, was clearly in pain. Tears streamed down her cheek as she remembered every memory of her beloved son. Stared at his face, she felt his soul. She lost her only son, she lost her beloved friend.

Standing on the left side of Adit’s coffin, wearing a black shirt, Bu Ida told me that he’s gone in peace now. It’s so much better than he had to stay in pain. She accepted his death and let him go. She believed that one day she would unite with him again as one family in the Kingdom of God.

Adit’s death is just so hard to be faced by everyone who knows him, who loves him but we understood it very well that he is now in a better place with Jesus Christ, our Lord.

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Our small gang, Yusak, Adit, Bebek and I [Yogyakarta, November 2012]

Our small gang, Yusak, Adit, Bebek and I [Yogyakarta, November 2012]

Yusak, I, Olen, Nocky and Adit [Yogyakarta, 2010]

Yusak, I, Olen, Nocky and Adit [Yogyakarta, 2010]

Adit and I were actually second cousin. We have never been very close before.  As we hang out at the same place, Bayonet,  Adit and I started getting very close. It was even closer than any of my relationship with my first cousin.

I just found Adit as a very friendly, fun, humble, smart and open-minded person to be around. We could talk about anything without having feeling ashamed or afraid.  We could just be ourselves and talked openly.

Apparently, as we hang out a lot, we established a small gang that consist of 4 people since new year eve 2009. The four were Adit, Yusak, Bebek and I. There were just so many memories that I could not really explain one by one here. Laughter and tears, disappointment and anger, joy and happiness, we shared all together.

Yusak, I and Adit [Semarang, 2009]

Yusak, I and Adit [Semarang, 2009]

Adit… He is a really good boy, good friend, good brother, good homie. He is a genuinely kind person with a good heart. He has never been cruel or mean toward me. Hence, I appointed him as the witness of my marriage from my side in 2011.  But unfortunately, he does not meet any requirement as the witness because he has not got married before. It was then replaced by Bu Ida, his mom. And it is okay. They both are cool person.

It’s still ringing in my ear whenever Adit called me ‘Nyah’ from the word ‘Nyonyah’ or ‘Madam’ every time we were going to gossiping or talking about something. But now… I would never hear his distinctive voice and tone again while he called me ‘Nyah’. It would only be a memory that would stay in my mind and my heart.

I am glad that I could make my way to Yogyakarta last November to hang out with Adit, Yusak and Bebek. It was the last time we could hang out together, four of us. After that time, Yusak moved to Surabaya, Adit moved to Bali, Bebek went back to Bandung and I went back to Jakarta. It was just difficult to find a time to hang out together again as we used to do as we are busy with our own work.

Adit,

I know you are in a better place now, up in Heaven with God and Angels up above. There were no words that I could write to express how upset I am for losing you. You have been such a great friend, brother, cousin and family to me. I would never forget you and I would always miss you. Safe flight to heaven Adit….

Love

Fani

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God our Father, Your power brings us to birth, Your providence guides our life and by Your command we return to dust.  I pray for the dead, especially Richardo Dicky Aditya. May him who has been so dear to me in life find a place with you in heaven. Amen.

Have a safe flight to heaven Adit....

Have a safe flight to heaven Adit….

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We were at my after wedding party at Vino Bar [Yogyakarta, 2011]

We were at my after wedding party at Vino Bar [Yogyakarta, 2011]

Malam Midodareni [Yogyakarta, 2011]

Malam Midodareni [Yogyakarta, 2011]

Three of us [Jakarta, 2012]

Three of us [Jakarta, 2012]

Three of us [Yogyakarta, 2010]

Three of us [Yogyakarta, 2010]

Student's life [Yogyakarta, 2009]

Student’s life [Yogyakarta, 2009]

We shared our laughter [Yogyakarta, 2009]

We shared our laughter [Yogyakarta, 2009]

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