Ramadan, other than it being a month of solitary reflections on our relationship with HIM, is always my month of utter annoyance. It is always the month where memories of my growing up and spending Ramadan back at home in the cosy cove of family and friends come and pay me the annual visit. And with that, comfort food forms eerie mental avatars causing great longings, yearnings and utter cravings. Sometimes enough to make me sob into the pillows at night. Really ! I am THAT bad a foodie… ( tsk tsk tsk.. ingat mak bapak tak nangis. Ingat makanan nangis. Teruk betul lahhhh aku ni ).
This Ramadan, my mind had it set on Air Katirah. Back then, each Ramadan, I would go to Masjid Kassim to get my supply of Air Katirah. $1 per bottle. And I would usually buy 3 or 4 at one go. One for buka, 1 for anyone in the family, the other 1 or 2 for my post terawih indulgence. I like the Air Katirah there best because it, the way I remember it, was so lemak manis and the fillings inside were very generous. Chewy and gooey. Ohhh the feel of ice cool Air Katirah down the dry fasting throat during buka time was like a piece of heaven, especially if combined with mom’s sabsuka or kacang phool.
… I think, I am about the experience the Niagara Falls of emotions. Soon. So…. err help?