Another bunch of friends opened up their homes for Eid/Hari Raya feasts. Their warm hospitality is awesome. Similar to the other week, the homecooked food is fabulous, none is less stunning than the other. Pots and pots of bubbling rempah sat on kitchen stoves; their contents streamed out in pretty serving bowls and plates, only to be eagerly emptied into our stomachs. Heeeee.
Food coma, totally. I couldn't skip the curries without taking the rice. At a final point, I had to say stop to the food. I couldn't even do coffee or tea. Water sufficed. I practically rolled into the car and stumbled into the final house where I could savor only one begedil with sambal tumis.
The dear friend's grandmother pointed me to the direction of the dessert table. In bahasa, she urged me to take some. I rubbed my tummy and said I could do no more. She told me to try the kek lapis with prunes. She cheerfully said, "Siap di rumah!" But of course. I took a deep breath. Okaaay. One tiny slice. SQUEEZE. Trembling fingers reached out towards a tiered tray of colors. A slice of homemade (surprisingly not sweet) kek lapis completed the afternoon of feasting.