Easter Vigil Break Fast

As luck would have it, KH and I had Saturday morning to ourselves. He did not have any appointments and mum was out of the house for a meeting. First thing we did was have breakfast at Restoran Rumah Asap Tan 16 at Equine Park. Shared a plate of Mee Kolok, but it was kinda lousy that day. Hate it when the noodles are soggy and clump together.



Right after breakfast, I had another 'break fast' session. Post-Lent shagging! The sex is always great after a long drought. Sweated it out. Yelled it out. Spurted it all out. We were so hungry after, so decided to go for an early lunch. Thought to go for Nasi Lemak Champion, but it was closed. Next best thing was to try Rumah Makan Lesehan at Kinrara Uptown.



The place was barely a week into business, but I had already read some favourable reviews on my neighbourhood FB group. In Javanese, "lesehan" means to sit cross-legged on the floor, so there aren't any chairs in the restaurant, just low tables. Customers take off their footwear and sit on mats. We ordered the ayam penyet and mie bakso beranak. The portion of the deep-fried chicken was quite big, nicely crisped on the outside and moist on the inside.



The mie bakso beranak was like a novelty meal. Basically a meal of giant meatball with noodles. Double the size of the Taiwanese 'Lion's Head', takes a huge amount of beef to make. When served, the meatball is already sliced, revealing several regular meatballs inside, and a couple of boiled quail egg yolks. Looks like the result of the autopsy of a gestating alien floating in a bowl of hot soup.



Like most Indonesian restaurants, they also served avacado juice, but it wasn't very good. Obviously adulterated with too much sugar. I should also mention that Rumah Makan Lesehan is a sambal specialist. In addition to mains and snacks, one can actually order from a selection of more than thirty types of sambal.



Only after we finished lunch that we thought of a friend who had recently open his own cafeteria in a condo in Bandar Kinrara. Although it was already past lunch time, we tried our luck anyway to pay him a visit. Even the guards weren't convinced that it wasn't open. We insisted to go up anyway. Lucky for us, they were still open. With a couple of milk teas on the table, we let him tell us about his early challenges in the food and beverage business.



Holy Saturday is the climax of the Easter Triduum, with the liturgy culminating on the eve of Easter Sunday. According to liturgy, the paschal candle is supposed to be lit from a new fire that has been blessed. The church used a mini bonfire of dried sticks splashed with kerosene. This year, the assistant parish priest had a challenging time trying to light the candle. The flames were quite wild, melting the candle, but refusing to let the wick catch fire. By the time he managed to get the 'Light of Christ', the flames had become quite angry, belching out a lot of smoke. The congregation quickly retreated back to the church for the rest of the liturgy. That was followed by the lengthy Liturgy of the Word, and of course the Eucharist, and Sacrament of Baptism and Confirmation.