Wild thing…

I bet most of you do not know this hit by the Troggs in the 60’s that goes, “Wild thing!…You make my heart sing!” Well, it certainly would if the wild thing in question is…wild boar!!! It is very difficult to get any these days as the animal is protected and by right, only the ethnic population in the interior are permitted to hunt them for food and not for commercial purposes. Thus, I was overjoyed when a friend of mind gave me me some…

It may be available in some of the eating outlets around but they will bury the meat with lots of ginger and lemon grass, so much so that you can hardly detect the taste of the meat. You need to remove the hair but usually, I would just slice off the skin (with the hair) and get rid of it before cutting the meat into big chunks…

…and putting it in a pot to cook it slowly over a low fire. I did not bother to go through all that trouble and instead, I just dumped everything into the slow cooker…

You have to wait until the juices and the oils have come out of the meat…

…by which time the whole house will be filled with the fragrance of the meat, that is if the wild boar is old and fat enough. You can tell whether it is old or not by the length of its hair and how dark it is, and the animal is usually fatter during the fruit season. Boil some water and pour it in to make the soup, and add salt and msg according to taste. That’s it! It’s so easy…and you will have this sweet and extremely tasty wild boar meat soup to enjoy to your heart’s content…

I had it with this super hot chilli sauce that I bought from the ngui chap shop in KK…and it was simply out of this world! To go with that, I fried this dish of nenas masak kunyit (pineapples cooked with tumeric) with freshwater prawns.

Now, don’t you wish you were around for dinner? ROTFLMAO!!!

Let there be light…

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities