I try my best not to feel annoyed by things which my mom would say or do but I felt exactly that last night during our iftar together with the rest of my family.
I got back home just in the nick of time for iftar and as I sat down at the dining table, my sore and weary eyes were greeted by... nasi briyani and murtabak! But before I could groan aloud at this sight, dearest mommy asked, "Kau makan nasi briyani kan?" (translated: You DO eat nasi briyani, rite?). I could only nod weakly... (Dah dihidangkan pon; takkan tak nak makan??)
The more observant amongst my readers may recall that I'm not particularly fond of most Indian food varieties, nasi briyani and murtabak included. Moreover, my mom KNOWS this for a fact; Like how many times have we eaten out together and I had staunchly refused briyani/murtabak on all occasions??? The only briyani which I like is the one I had during my KL trip a few months ago -- Nevertheless, when food is presented before me and more-pleasing alternatives are unavailable, I would just try to consume as much of it as I can. Besides, it's Ramadhan right? A day of fasting had made me too ravenous to reject any kind of food outright...
Anyhow, I did feel abit bad for feeling irritated with my mom; apparently they (i.e. mom, sis and little nieces) had gone down to geylang yesterday and decided to buy back food for iftar. Briyani and murtabak was the unanimous favorite, sans my vote, of course. ( An offhand piece of trivia: my family can't resist walking past ZamZam restaurant and not buy anything from there!)
It's really a wonder why I'm the only person in my family who dislikes briyani/murtabak, seeing how I've been "exposed" to these eversince I was young. I'd like to think that perhaps I'm abit special that way but most likely, it's just that little streak of weirdness in me manifesting itself yet again...
