Strangely enough, soup has always been an indispensible dish on the Foochow dinner table. I don't know why, but for certain reasons the Foochows have a very wet palate. Maybe it has something to do with their old tradition of making everything soupy so that it fills the stomach. This must have worked well for them in the rubber tapping past when they were living within minimal means. I guess somehow this old habit got stuck till today.
This was my mom's silky smooth chicken & ham dish. She'd make this everytime there's a big family potluck. We grew up on this & it has become her trademark specialisation.
And the satays as well. These were all brought in from the four corners of Kuching.
Nee has always mentioned that there will always be the Four Heavenly dishes at every potluck - The Fried Noodles, Fried Bee Hoon, Fried Koay Teow & Fried Rice. Well, the Celestial Heavens were not completely aligned that night, so only two turned up - The Heavenly Fried Noodles & Bee Hoon.
This is what I'd always be on the lookout for in our family potluck - My aunt's Super Red Chicken Curry with those solid whammy potatoes.
Tomorrow, I will drive to Stutong Park, put on my Nikes & do a 1 mile run. But for now, I shall feast.