This is a story about a girl who regretted what happened when she was just three years old - the time when she barely knows nothing about life, all she knows that life is beautiful. Until the day she visited the cursed drinking place. Since that day, every little food that caught her eyes, became so tempting. People used to called her cute; by having a pink chubby cheek, a healthy thighs and arms, which represent her as a healthy kids. However, this doesn't mean anything for her, especially at her age, which almost hit the quarter life phase. At that very age, the effect of demonic drinks still affected her life. It all begins on one fine afternoon. She's just doing the same routine she always did; take a bath, dress nicely, and play outside with anyone she might meet. However, something fishy happened, which she never realized it until she gets older. Her grandmother asked her to picked the best dress she got and made her to use some face powder (in wild ways). With the best dress and the white face (thanks to the powder), her grandmother took her out by rickshaw. Let me rephrase it, it was really a beautiful afternoon; the sky was blue, the clouds passing by smoothly, and the sun shines calmly. The girl never expect anything, remember she was just three years old, all she thought was her grandmother just wanted to go out with her. Time passes as they were on the rickshaw. It might be just 15 minutes after they departed, but somehow her grandmother stop by in this tiny little place. Or she might said the-tiny-cursed-drinking-place. Most of people she knows, they said that place was like an exorcist place, where crying and screaming are the only thing you heard. At this place, you will also find wall of fame, where they hang all the shoes that left by the kids who possessed by the drinks. The three years old girl who came by her grandmother, she would never knew that she might be on the wall of fame. The process of getting possessed by the drinks happened so fast (this might be what makes her forgot the entire experience). The girl came in with her grandmother, they waited to get turn, finally they turn, suddenly the grandmother held the girl tightly, and someone came with brownish cloth, pouring the-brown-demonic-fluid. In a flash, the crying and screaming explode. This when the possessed thing happened. Since that day, food would never be the same anymore. The three years old girl, now already in her mid 20s. And that is me. That was the story about me getting fatter. Possessed by the demonic drinks. It's common for parents or the elderly took their kids to the cursed place to get their kids the demonic drinks. The drinks it's actually a traditional drink, in Indonesian we called it jamu. The place itself called Jamu Kerkop, was not cursed and they don't serve any demonic drinks, they are only served traditional drinks for kids whose very hard to eat. Personally, I didn't remember the taste of the drinks, but someone said it was terrible, it was extremely bitter. No wonder many kids acted like they were possessed and left their shoes on the wall of fame. These days, some parents still took their kids to Jamu Kerkop to make them eat. Or, the worst part is, Jamu Kerkop used by parents to threatened their kids to eat. God bless Jamu Kerkop. The after effect of the traditional drink is the kids would be very easy to eat, they would go crazy. Still, this effect didn't apply to every kids, but I know people who get the same effect as mine. Those who knows me, I don't have the shape like the underwear-angels, but my shape was more like a pear. I never have the slim type of body and I never had a bad relationship with food. There were times I would like to blame Jamu Kerkop for making me like this. The demonic drinks made me hard to refuse all the food that close by my nose. Maybe I should just worked out rather than blaming Jamu Kerkop. From my experience with Jamu Kerkop, what doesn't kill you, literally makes you fat (alibi for being lazy).
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Drinking an instant coffee might be a huge crime, if you did it right now. Also, if it's possible, someone might added "do not drink an instant coffee" sentence into The Ten Commandments. The misery life of an instant coffee has just begun, I guess, should we blame it to the fancy-philosophical-coffee-shops? The coffee shops which decorated with all warm colors; such as using woods materials, yellowish lightings, classic chairs, along with some jazz or hip music. This doesn't stop there, they also offers you that you cannot found on an instant coffee, which is the story. "this coffee grounds planted in the precise heights of a beautiful mountains which has a sustainable environment by a skilled farmers there - which made the coffee beans grew very well." By visiting this type of coffee shops, you're not only drinking a coffee, but also you get the experience of tasting the story behind it. How romantic was that? Even so, this is not only stop there, you thought you can ordered anything you want at this kind of coffee shop? No. In order to look you're someone who really appreciate the authenticity or the finest taste of each coffee grounds, you should ordered "the single origin" coffee. You don't like it because it taste so bitter? You want to added a sugar? Then just get yourself out and ordered something sweet from Starbucks. Don't you ever dare to dream to be in the same position as the-coffee-snob-caste. Yes, Starbucks turned into a mediocre coffee shops, especially for the-coffee-snob-caste. The-coffee-snob-caste would prefer the fancy coffee shops which might cost you more or the same price as Starbucks. But, hey, the fancy coffee shops makes you look even more fancier than the coffee shops itself!
Do I sound very cynical? To be honest, I'm saying that way about "the-coffee-snob-caste" just because, I am a coffee snob. I craved for a good taste of coffee. I'm at situation on knowing which coffee taste good or not, but it based on my taste preference. I really enjoyed a good single origin coffee, which has a bit sour, bitter, and earthy taste at the same time. Sounds like I'm an expert, right? Or, I sounds snobbish? Anyway, in order to fullfilled my hunger of good taste of coffee, I liked to be adventurous with the fancy also hipster coffee shops. I sometimes wonder why some coffee shops became such a huge discussion. Not to mention, become a huge discussion means become an object to put on your social media - with all the hashtags #handsinframe #coffee #sunday. However, sadly, not all the fancy coffee shops has a good coffee. Sometimes, they were all just so so, even Starbucks has better taste, or the sinful instant coffee has better taste. Then again, drinking a cup of coffee, it's not only mean put in the fluid inside your body or tasting it the flavors. Having a cup of coffee for the millenials means everything, but everything means more when it represents on your image on social media. The right angle when you take a picture of your coffee might represents that you're a good photographer. The other way, when you only had a so so quality of picture, but you put a very philosophical captions, it means you're an intelligent person. Cool right? Nevertheless, I do enjoy the image that I had when someone acknowledge my preference of coffee is good, I suddenly feels like I'm a fancy person. Kidding. But, I do proud with that sometimes. Do you feel proud? |
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