On his way…

You may remember my girl’s coursemate – we call him by his pet name, Bubu. He and his family went to Sarikei recently and bought me a whole lot of buns from a bakery there. Well, I was browsing through Facebook the other day and I saw that he was cooking bakso. I did not comment – I just liked his post and logged out.

According to Wiki, bakso or baso is an Indonesian meatball or a meat paste made from beef surimi. The word bakso may refer to a single meatball or the complete dish of meatball soup. Mie bakso refers to bakso served with yellow noodles and rice vermicelli. I had that once here and even though it was nice, it did not sweep me off my feet and I never had it again.

Anyway, what I did not know was Bubu sent me a message via Messenger saying that he was on his way to my house. I was already offline and seeing that I did not respond, he called me to tell me that. He was at my gate soon enough and he passed me everything. No, I did not let him in, not in the current circumstances.

We had just had dinner at the time and were very full so we just saved it all for the following day. I had a bowl when I got up, first thing in the morning, and so did the ladies, one each and Bubu gave us so much that there was still some leftover so I had all the rest for lunch…

Yes, it was very nice and my missus loved the super-duper spicy chili dip…

…that Bubu cooked and gave with the bakso. Yes, he also gave the bihun, the sliced cabbage and the garnishing.

I don’t know what went into the cooking but I am quite sure he had his little boy in mind and would not want to add anything that might put him off the dish. Bubu said that he had to boil the bihun longer to make sure it was very soft or else the boy would not like it…but I did not think it was all that soft actually, pretty much like what I would come out with when cooking it or anything with it.

I saw serai (lemon grass) and garlic but no, I could hardly detect both in the soup which was very nice but surprisingly, it did not have a strong beef taste despite the many beef balls and beef bones…

I enjoyed eating the tender meat and the tendon clinging to those bones and I loved how the meatballs were like meatballs – I think usually, they would beat the mixture to get a fish ball-like QQ (firm & rubbery) texture and I am not a fan of those like that.

Thank you so much, Bubu and missus and son, for the delightful bakso and for going through all that trouble of sending it over to my house. Take care, God bless always.