Here's one photo that reminds me of so plenty. This photo was taken at No. 15, Jalan 17/28. We moved to this house when I was about 9 years old. Grandpa planted lovely roses of every imaginable colour and vegetables of every kind. I cannot find a way to explain how it looked, smelt or felt like. It's something that one needs to experience personally. It was a split level house with a room downstairs and three rooms upstairs. The master bedroom was huge and that's where we all slept. The other two rooms upstairs we rented out to university students. Times were hard, money was tight. The backyard....oh we had a huge garden behind. This is where you see Adrian standing and looking as confused as ever ! He must have been wondering why the plants were almost as big as he was. This is what I remember, we had long beans, cabbage, kai lan, tomatoes, watermelons, four angled bean, jagung......the list is long. Grandpa loved gardening and used to spend his time with the ever faithful cangkul and that funny bronze coloured canister that he would pump and pump and pump and spray the plants with insecticide. So very different from Grandpa, I never inherited his green fingers and somehow manage to kill even the hardiest of plants !
Steamed Smiling Pandan Cake/ Pandan Huat Kuih
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