Well Kuala Lumpur is a booming metropolis and there's loads of business there. They have all the really nice shops like Gucci, Prada and Dior, that no one can afford unless you're a celebrity, but it's fun to walk by and oggle at the latest fashions. Gabi and I went into town one day with Rachel. Walking around the city doesn't happen too much unless you're inside a shopping mall due to the tropical rain and the humidity. One this day, we went into town to buy nice teas. Gabi is really into her teas...and she had found a great shop for it. Loose leaf jasmine tea...,green tea...odlong tea...and they were all fabulous. As part of what I took home from Czech was drinking tea all the time so finding good tea...is great! I was a little worried about coming into Australia with it...but I thought...let's give it a shot.
On this day sticky day...it's the kind of day where you step outside and instantly there's humidity between the your sandal and the bottom of your foot so you slip out of your sandal...so i guess you could say it was boiling hot. While we were at the tea shop, I found this rice tea...that Gabi said was really nice...so I got some to bring home. Later in the evening after I'd played with Rachel for about 3 hours, doing the letters, playing catch, having tea, playing play doh and yes playing dress-up..:) I tried some of the tea and what happened I didn't expect...a memory from my childhood. Something snapped back to play from when I was a kid, the tea tasted of a crispy fried rice soup...lol When I was younger, my aunt Mary-Jo used to babysit me..Me and my cousin Leah only 2 years younger were best friends and still are today. I used to stay over at theirs and hang out all the time as a kid, so naturally they'd take me out for dinners with them. Every week we used to go to a local Chinese/Japanese restaurant to eat, we would order sizzling rice roup which was bascially chicken or vegetable soup with sizzling rice on the top....and oh was it heaven. I can still remember the crunchyness of the soup and the rice in this tea had the same taste and texture to it. I had completely forgotten about it until that day and it was funny that I am on the other side of the world and drinking a tea that triggered this memory. It was probably my introduction to Asian food and a kid of 7 or 8 in rural Rock Island, IL at the local Chinese/Japanese place. it's funny how memories sometimes snap back into play...:)
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