Being an Indonesian imigrant in the Netherlands doesn’t cause me so much trouble when it comes to Indonesian food. Due to the colonial tie and the immense communities of Indische Nederlanders here, I have no difficulty of finding Indonesian Food Ingredients. Most of them (except kedondong and oncom) are available at this Indische Shop.
Still, sometimes I miss certain meals I used to eat with more than pleasure when I lived in Jakarta. Before I got married I was a spoiled brat. I couldn’t cook at all. Since I came to live here, I have developped a certain cooking skill (under my mother in law’s tuition). For me it is a piece of cake to cook for 30 – 50 people now. However nothing is more appealing after a tiring & stressfull working day to get out of the house, looking for food (like I did most of the time back home in Jakarta) or just sitting at the verandah waiting for the hawkers to come by. There is no need to buy the groceries, no thinking works about what to eat etc.
I am an easy eater, love to taste something new and fond of trying new eateries in town. And not unimportant, I love to spread the news when I have found an eatery worth to try. My colleagues at work know this, since they have been giving me birthday presents related to food the past 4 years. One thing they tell me, even during lunch or a cocktail hour, according to them I talk mostly about food & drinks (wine in particular, I don’t drink beer).
I share what I love to eat on FB and Plurk with my (blog)friends. One particular blogfriend keeps making me visiting his blog, on a daily basis to be exact because of his amazing talent for photography. Looking at Toni’s food pics makes me drool and causes me an instant longing to visit Indonesia.
I have been thinking lately whether I have become a real foodie or simply because I live to eat? Cause not only I love to cook and eat, I even buy culinary magazines & read cooking books in my bed. What do you think? Do we live to eat or eat to live?