Last week, I was so so, I mean SO HUNGRY. That day I had dinner quite early that’s why I got so hungry staying up late at night. It was during easter time here and supermarkets and all grocery stores were closed. The only place open 24-7 was gas station’s minimart. But it’s not that close to my house, it was really windy outside, snacks there are usually so expensive and since the economy was a bit under deflation, I told myself I wouldn’t risk.
I went to my kitchen and saw some oranges that I didn’t feel like at the moment, milk that I’m alergic to and a couple of eggs. After thinking for a long time, I remembered my granny gave me something last summer I went back to Thailand. I came to look for it under a huge pyle of crazy stuff on my desk, I finally found it. Right there I saw her letters written so neatly. It’s Thai food recipe. And I saw one menu called Khai-Tun or steamed beaten eggs (I always call it egg pudding cuz it looks like one hehe.) The main ingredient contains of just eggs. Some people might add other things like minced pork, knor powder or chopped onions also. But since the eggs were the only things I got, I would use only them. “That’s it”, I told myself, “I’m finally going to survive!!” And this’ how I did it;
First, I beat those eggs in a mixing bowl. I then added water in a pot (but not too much,just a little, according to my granny.) I put the egg bowl in the middle of the pot and also put the lid on it. I left it like that for a while. Not so long after, I opened the lid and saw some cute eggs blossoming so huge in the bowl hehe. I got it out. Mmm, smelled so nice.
Inspite of my hunger, I ate it slowly cuz I wanted to taste my food with every detail hehe. Coz of the slowness, then I started to imagine those days back in Thailand when our dinner was this Khai-Tun. My granny used to say that whatever we cook inside our own home, even though it’s so simple as this Khai-Tun, is always the best among all. She told me some people even said that if we had to eat out, it’s a lot better just drinking water at home. Sounds like she was boasting a little right? Hehe. That’s what I first thought.
Sometimes mum and I do notice that food granny cooks is not really that spicy like it should have been. But somehow, we always eat it all. And even though it’s the same thing again the next day with the exact same taste, we don’t complain and once again we eat it all.
At the last bite of the eggs I just cooked, my mum’s words appeared in my head like she was telling me once again right here next to me. She once said, “No matter how granny’s food tastes like, it will still alwalys be the best because granny never forgets to put her only ingredient in. And that special ingredient is called love.”
Right, my granny’s food is always full of love. It doesn’t contain contamination like the food out there ready to kill us little by little everyday. And it’s not just food worth 20 or 30 baht a dish like out there. It’s worthless, actually. It’s the food granny wants us to eat when we’ve been tired all day long and might need to fill up some energy. It’s the food that she wants us to be full with so that we would be happy after. It’s the food full of care!
And the recipe written in red ink by herself was also another evidence explaining this. Since she cannot really cook me anymore, she still wants me to be healthy and full like when I was with her. She explains it all in those papers how to cook from Khai-Tun to some complicated curry.
That last bite of my eggs was of course covered with tears. I missed her food and I was touched with that special ingredient she always gave me. She wasn’t boasting, it was the truth. Her food doesn’t taste like those out there in some 5-star restaurants but so what when her food is already the best!
Thank you, granny, your food has brought me up and has filled my tummy everyday. Even though it consists of just one ingredient, that ingredient is worth everything in the world. I’ll never forget your food and what you’ve used in order to cook each time.
My point is, it seems like we don’t really cherish things that much as they are still in front of us. And when they’re no longer there, we miss, we cry and we go crazy like me with my granny’s food. I didn’t really underestimate it before. Worse, I didn’t even stop for a moment to really consider it. I didn’t really know how small things like my granny’s simple egg could worth so much!
Hey readers! Are you ignoring some food with the same ingredient at home at all?