Just had some Indonesian leftovers from last night, yumm! It reminded me of that time when my best friend P. and I were too lazy to cook ourselves a great dinner and we decided to order some Indonesian take-out. “So, tell me,” he said. “What should I definitely order?”
“Well, uhm, why are you asking me? Just whatever you fancy, silly,” I answered. P. looked at me if I was completely out of my mind… “OMG, you’re the expert here, just tell me!” What expert, I thought. Food expert? Take-out expert? Oh nooo, he couldn’t be referring to my Indonesian roots, could he?!
Yes, he could and he was. I, the partly Indonesian Dutchie, was supposed to tell him, the head-to-toe Dutchie, what kind of Indonesian specialties he had to order. Because his life would, of course, be a complete failure without my advice… I hesitated, should I fake a sudden fever and flee home?! Or, should I just spit out the ugly truth? Of course, I told him the truth. That’s what best friends are for; no lies, only the truth, right?
So, I told my dear best friend P. that he would have to turn to someone else for real Indonesian food advice. At the time (luckily, Mister Chifff has now taught me right) I couldn’t tell Nasi Goreng and Bami Goreng apart, I was a very fake Indonesian Dutchie…
And, like a true friend, P. laughed and ordered me some delicious Indonesian snacks as comfort food!
Yes! I remember… You’re so lucky with your great (indonesian) cooking boyfriend right now
We had a great time together! Hopefully we continue our friendship for a very long time..