I realized I don't know much about my culture. The Peranakan culture that is. My grandmother had all these pretty pictures wearing a see through top with hand stitched designs and of course something underneath that with sarong and beaded slippers. Everything was handmade. A lot of gold jewelry and hair accessories. My great grandaunt told me that she actually kept a set for me from head to toe for my wedding. Doubt I can ever fit in it though as they are all really petite and I'm exactly the opposite of petite. It is very cool though. There are a few requirements to fulfill to be a nyonya that people tend to ask:
1. Can you speak Malay? -Yes. (Pass)
2. Dad's from Melaka. (Pass)
3. Family scattered around Penang and Melaka. (Pass)
But the ultimate question is:
Can you cook?I can eat? (MAJOR FAILURE)
Need to start taking cooking lessons from my aunt before the culture dies with me. Sigh.
p/s: No, my dear Herbie, I did not manage to poison myself from my cooking a few days back. HA! You promised if I learnt to cook, you will eat it! Muahaha.
