My father suffered from a heart attack and he died pre-maturely at the age of 56. It left all us kids very devastated and my mother unconsolable.
for a few years my mum had to stretch the proverbial dollar. But we were not in the least defeated by the hard knocks.
Mum devised all sorts of ways to get us to eat our rice so that we could grow steadily. All grew taller except me. I remain the shortest, just about 5 foot tall.
With the little money mum could collect from letting out rooms we were able to have food on the table and pay the small amount of school fees.
The lovely food my mother cooked remain very important in our lives.
The Number One food that we continue to enjoy is the Ern Chow Niik, or Pork cooked with Red Rice Wine lees.
Early in the morning mum would prepare the dish and we would just run home from school for the expected delightful lunch. She would lace the dish with lots of sugar to make it more tasty.
We did not need slices of meat on our rice. Just the sauce would do.
To this day, my siblings and I and now my children too, would always want to have more Ern Chow sauce on our rice.
Just the sauce please!! And that request would really make mum the happiest mother in the world!!
And another plate of rice too.
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