Wow, what a feast we had last night! I met Tariq, our chef. He's always yelling for people to get out of his way. Then he put on this amazing dinner:
We had babi guling, Balinese–style roast pork,
along with cakalang fufu – grilled
smoked tuna skipjack fish stuck on bamboo. Darcy confided to
me that this all this was unusual, that all this was done in my honor, seeing I'd just arrived. Instead of potatoes like we’d have back home, Tariq had prepared nasi kuning, a rice dish cooked with coconut milk. In a large turquoise dish was gado-gado, a mixture of vegetables, crackers and rice with peanut flavored sauce. Jeremy called it
salad. I did not try the sambal goreng teri because Darcy told me it was spicy salted anchovy
with peanuts. She didn’t eat it
either, as anchovies are rather nasty things. I loaded my plate with fruits
– water apple, mango, banana and
jackfruit. We washed it down with teh botol (bottled tea). Dessert
was pretty – jello-like squares of red,
green and yellow clusters called cendil,
a flour-based sweet rice dish cake, molded and colored, served
with fresh grated coconut.
Half–way through
the meal, Tom stood and said words to
welcome me. The others clunked their tea bottles, and I smiled and nodded, hiding my
self–consciousness. When I feel
uncertain, I can hide emotions from people, but not from horses. Horses
can always tell.
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