Selamat Hari Raya

It feels like it was only yesterday this picture was taken at a friend’s backyard in Brisbane. We held an open house that day inviting some of our Malaysian friends and families. While Kak Rinee was initially in charge with the entrée and Kak Niza with the desserts, I was confidently taking the main course. Seriously, what on earth was I thinking?

We were on a group chat discussing about what menu we should choose and who would be in charge with each of it. I remembered watching a television show while in Malaysia. I can’t remember the name of the show. But it was a drama inserted with a recipe sharing session in each episode. I was particularly watching an episode on how to cook Ayam Masak Merah when I thought it was very easy to cook! So without hesitating I suggested Nasi Tomato, Ayam Masak Merah and Acar as our main dishes. As soon as we all agreed on the menu and ended the conversation, I stood stiff. Then it hit me. What did just happen? I never cooked Ayam Masak Merah neither Nasi Tomato nor Acar in my life. I was so scared that I would screw up a big time. So I went home, grabbed my laptop, opened YouTube, and prayed to God that He would allow me to find that specific Ayam Masak Merah episode. Thank God I did!

We started cooking one day before the open house, in the evening. It was all fine and less scary at first. It wasn’t my part until night time. When the chickens were all nicely marinated, I began to cook. So I started by frying the chickens at the backyard while bracing the cold because it was winter! I was wearing my Griffith jumper and socks the whole night. We had to take turns to sleep too or else no one would be watching the stove. When it was finally morning and I was done with the frying, I started to cook the sauce for my Ayam Masak Merah. I followed the recipe very carefully. Nicely adding this and that in perfect measurement until finally came the tasting part. Good God. It tasted weird and I started to worry because we didn’t have enough time to finish the cooking!

Then came Kak Rinee, my hero and saviour of the day, taking over the kitchen adjusting the taste. With her magic touch, my Ayam Masak Merah was finally Ayam Masak Merah! The open house turned out to be the best thing about that Hari Raya. It was my final year in Brisbane so technically it was my last year celebrating Hari Raya abroad. We had so much fun and was laughing all day long! I will never forget that day. In fact, whenever Hari Raya comes, I always smile remembering that raya.

We celebrated Hari Raya at my paternal grandparents' house this year

Our theme colour was emerald green

I hope it’s not too late for me to wish you all Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri Maaf Zahir dan Batin. If I have wronged you in some ways, I apologise. If you have said something bad about me behind my back, I forgive you. May Allah accept all the good deeds we did last Ramadan and may we meet again with Ramadan next year. Insha’Allah.

Good night loves!