The food. I never realised how my mouth waters over food until I walked around the markets of Kuching.
And not even just the markets. Stalls along the Riverfront. Cafes in shopping centres. Beaten-up looking breakfast bars on the corner of busy streets.
And wait until I tell you about Kurakura Homestay! … But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s bring it back to the Kitchens of Kuching.
When we first told friends and family we were travelling to Borneo with our kids, one of the most common responses was “But what about the food?” No fear here – our kids ate almost everything they could get their hands on.
Anyone who has been to Malaysia, or even simply eaten at the local Malay restaurant, will tell you that the food is NOT always spicy and hot. In fact, if you are really worried about spicy/hot food for kids, learn how to say “no chilli” in Thai. (It’s พริกไม่โปรด or phrik mi pord)
Kuching was really a greater starter – not just for introducing us to Malaysia and Borneo, but in offering so much in such a casual manner! We had already tasted the offerings from the stalls during Malaysia Day, and stopped off at a cafe to cool off. Each of these introduced us to some delicious local food, offering a tantalising insight into the culture.
The biggest shock was the prevalence of Milo. Yep, that chocolatey, malty, goodness. My mother would have a field day over here!! Basically, there are three drinks on offer – Milo, Bandung, and Orange Juicey-something. After 3 weeks in Malaysia, I still have no idea bout the Orange Juicey-something.
After we returned home from the Semenggoh Wildlife Rehabilitation Centre and Annah Rais Long House (and after a quick nap), Annie suggested we take a walk down to the Night Markets to check out the food.
Did I mention how fabulous the Fairview Guesthouse is for location? The Night Markets were about a 15min walk, with kids. Fantastic.
Markets are amazing places to learn about the food and culture of a place. At these Night Markets, there were tables and tables of spices, lined up next to booths upon booths of fruit and veg.
And then – I found Peanut Butter Pancakes.
I returned 3 times to restock, afraid that once I left I would never experience the delectable goodness of Peanut Butter Pancakes again.
I was right. 😦
To describe them, they are pretty much like a crispy crepe that has a dollop of butter melted in the middle while it cooks, and a sprinkle of chopped peanuts. As the pancake crisps up, they bend it over to form a taco shape. The crepe is sweet and crunchy, a lot like a waffle cone – but it has a sensual saltiness in the centre, with the butter and peanuts. It’s like the peanuts have wept angel tears into the centre of this sweet treat.
We never did find anything like it again. We looked – we came across a few that did softer, doughier versions. But never the same.
The Kitchens of Kuching. From here, Borneo had me hooked.
So what’s your favourite ‘travelling dish’? Is it a Malay laksa? Or some traditional Pesto? Share in the comments! I love to hear about everyone’s experiences!