
It’s been two years since Marty Thyme, Veggie Chick and I started the Don’t Call Me Chef in StarTwo, more for fun than anything else. Food writing is hardly in our present job scopes, but we decided that it’d be a good diversion. For the most of it, we have enjoyed planning the column, and sometimes it seems like it’s all we like to talk about. Starting our individual food blogs have only made us a tad more obsessive – Marty Thyme and Veggie Chick bake bread these days, and have started a weekly sandwich business.
As much as we enjoyed working on the column, the objective was always to get readers involved….we have started to engage with food bloggers, and we hope to open up a forum for readers to share their recipes. That opportunity came when Tupperware approached us to run a contest to promote their new eco-friendly products, namely their BYO Tapau containers.
We asked you all to send in stories of your favourite tiffin moments, as well as share your tiffin recipes and photographs of the dishes.
So, this week, we are turning the StarTwo pages over to the best three entries for the Tiffin Memory contest; they each win RM1000 of Tupperware products. The three winners are Liew Pei Lin, Richard Koh and Robin Brian Vander Slott…check out their stories and recipes here.
So, we are posting our stories on our blogs this week.
I’d not have entered this contest, even if I was eligible to do so because I hardly ever packed food from home. I am hopelessly disorganised, and have never been able to work packing a lunch pack into my morning rush routine …be it for school or work.
Yesterday evening, I put together a lunch box from my dinner leftovers. And this morning, I took it out of the refrigerator and stuck it in the microwave… promptly forgot all about it and left for work…sigh.
When we were in school, my grandmother would deduct our pocket money if we packed food from home. I think we used to get 50 cents or so, enough for a bowl of noodles, a drink and a packet of junk food. When I was growing up, we rarely ate out, so buying food from the canteen was preferable to the same old home-cooked food, never mind that the noodles were terrible and the drinks thin watery syrup.
I’d only bring food from home, and have my pocket money deducted when my grandmother cooked ikan sumbat sambal, fish stuffed with sambal. It was my absolute favourite lauk then, and I didn’t mind parting with half of my pocket money just so I could have it again during recess time.

I still like ikan sumbat sambal, and I make it quite often. I have only ever used ikan cencaru (hard-tail mackerel) or bawal hitam (black pomfret) for this dish. I also always make more than enough sambal for stuffing the fish, as I like lots of the sambal with my rice. This is one of those home dishes that we make often.
My grandmother passed away when I was waiting for my SPM results. She was my paternal grandmother, and she practically brought us up. We used to chafe at her strict rules – no turning on lights unnecessarily, and that means we all did our homework downstairs and no sneaking upstairs to the bedroom to read a story book. She tuned leftovers into fried rice for lunch, and never wasted anything.
We all also had to help with household chores, and no one was too young or too busy studying to help out. She also took in odd jobs to do at home – like sorting out rubber bands (I kid you not), turning cement packaging into grocery bags for provision shops (throw out the dusty outer layers and use the clean inner layers), some wiring and casing work, and whatnot. And of course, all the children had to lend a hand.
But this grandma was also a lot of fun. She told us stories from Chinese folk lores, over and over and as many times as we asked for them, as we lay down for our afternoon naps. She took me to the cinema with the fat aunty neighbour who drives a Volkswagen, and I practically grew up watching Taiwanese romances starring Chin Han and Lin Ching Hsia. She also brought me along for all our relatives’ weddings, and allowed me to wear lipstick and eye shadow for the dinners (it thrilled me then, but I must have looked like a horror).
And she always made sure there was enough sambal stuffed fish for me to bring to school.
Even after all these years, my siblings and I still talk about our paternal grandmother and wished that she had just lived a little longer and saw us all graduate, get married and have children. When she passed away, my parents were still struggling to put us through school, and times were lean. She’d have loved that we all have our own cars, and she’d have loved going out as a big family for meals and shopping. I’d have bought her a jade bangle, to replace the one I broke and wasn’t scolded for.
And she’d have been so happy to cuddle my brother’s son, my first nephew, who was born two weeks ago. He has big eyes and a full head of hair, and is ever so cute.

RECIPE
Ikan Sumbat Sambal
12-15 shallots, peeled
2 stalks lemongrass, sliced
1 inch fresh turmeric
20-25 dried chillies, soak in hot water for 10 minutes, then drain
1/4 cup oil
a tablespoon tamarind, extract juice with 1/4 cup hot water
salt and sugar, according to taste
3 ikan cencaru, or 1 medium bawal hitam
1 cup oil
Blend the shallots, lemongrass, turmeric and dried chillies finely.
Heat the oil in a wok over medium heat. Then, fry the pounded ingredients over a slow fire, turning often, until the oil rises to the surface.
Add tamarind juice and seasoning. Continue stirring for a few minutes more. The sambal should not be watery.
Clean the fish, and make a slit sideways along one side of the fish.
Spoon the sambal into the slit, but do not put too much as it’ll spill out when the fish is fried.
Heat the oil, and fry the fish on both sides till cooked.
There should be more than enough sambal for stuffing the fish. Serve the rest with rice for those who want more of the sambal.