This was another invite to another bestie's open house for Hari Raya celebrations. The food here had more of an Indian slant, seeing as my friend's an Indian muslim. Remember how there was a bit of talk that the majority of Singaporeans don't have a close friend of another race? What rubbish. A lot of my closest friends are of another race. And this is despite the fact that I grew up in an all-girls' missionary school.
The spread here may be a little limited, but what they lacked in variety, they made up for it with quality. And, oodles and oodles of love. I think that really is the secret ingredient that makes homecooked food so awesome. I mean, when you're cooking for your loved ones, you tend to be a lot more generous with "liao" and start off with the freshest, most premium ingredients because cost doesn't feature as a consideration, correct?
The Mutton Biryani was one of the best we've ever had. The mutton, devoid of any game accent, was meltingly tender, and the rice was so aromatically delicious I would have been ecstatic eating it on its own. I didn't really care that my arteries were practically slamming shut as I went back for thirds!
The Fried Chicken, undisputedly the star of lunch, was unbelievably flavourful. Marinated to the bones, this was seriously the best fried chicken, Indian style, hands down. The ones you get outside are only marinated skin-deep. But, this was just tasty to the core. I must have demolished half of this. (Don't worry, the tray got replenished because the kitchen just kept whipping up these lipsmackingly awesome babies.)
The Eggplant Curry had a lentil dhal base to it so it was very mellow. Like a eggplant-enlivened dhal curry.
Hari Raya Puasa 2013
Courtesy of the Jaleesoo family