In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
So how about some dinner, my love? Yes, I love you and I need you. Again, I love you and I need you. I picked up some snails at the night market just now. I call them snails because the name directly translates to snails, in the local tongue they're called "siput mentarang". They live in the mud at Kuala Perlis, so they're basically sea snails. They look more like conchs to me. I asked my Mom a while ago if they were snails or conchs and she just scowled at me. I love you, Mom! This was the first time I handled these critters, but what is life without adventure? Well, adventure in cooking. The mud was a problem, so I had to scrub that off with a brush and lots of water. My Mom said in not so many words to cook them like clams, so I took the simple approach. I fried up some garlic, then chilli pepper paste, then carefully added the snails. the shells are fragile, so that's another problem, so I took the utmost care in folding them over and over, and just like clams, the broth increased with cooking. The flesh had a wonderful taste and texture, more like immature fish roe than shellfish. The broth is powerful stuff, so I put the leftover in the cooler for tomorrow's noodles. Do you wanna come over for dinner?
