Oh me, Oh my, Oh Umai-ya

I always equate the Klang Valley with great Japanese food. Somehow Penang just doesn’t have as many good Japanese restaurants.

I remember when I stayed in The Eastin during one of my business trips sometime back, I savored the excellent Japanese food at the Japanese restaurant in the hotel. I was travelling by myself then. Grabbed myself the daily newspaper, traipsed down to the restaurant at about 8:00p.m., and ordered a meal fit for a queen 🙂

I also remembered having had great Japanese buffet meals in KL, with a delectable spread that left every diner for want of more.

Last Sunday I had the chance to try another Japanese restaurant, this time in Damansara Uptown. Called Umai-ya, the restaurant is sandwiched between Izzi and Starbucks. They have an area for tatami-like seating, where the tables are lowered in such a way to allow patrons to be seated in a normal way but the table height is at chest level. We chose not to dine this way because there was no way we could fit a baby chair in.

The bento sets were priced quite reasonably, and we each ordered one. I, of course, had to order the sashimi set.

Freshness is essential when it comes to eating sashimi, and I was pleased to note that each and every piece was succulently fresh. Even the raw prawn didn’t had that raw taste which was apparent in some raw seafood. I especially love the thick chunks of salmon sashimi, especially when I had them coated in wasabi.

They say the way to evaluate a Japanese restaurant is to taste its chawan mushi. And boy was the chawan mushi good! For one, it had all the mushrooms in the world. And being a mushroom lover, it was all I needed to know this was one of the best chawan mushis I have ever tasted. It also had one gingko nut in it, which was a pleasant addition.

The one thing that is an absolute must-order is the dragon maki. Tempura prawn wrapped in sushi rice with unagi and slices of avocado, each bite was made even more sensational topped with the compulsory wasabi. This was rather pricey though but very worth it.

Would I come back again? What do you think? I’m still dreaming about it, even now.  Anyone wanna courier some dragon maki over to Penang soon? 😀

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Time to start saving

Okay, I admit it. I suck at saving money. I don’t know why, but with never ending expenses, like grocery shopping, mortgages, insurance, housing and car loans and of course some entertainment factored in, I really find it difficult to put aside some moolah for a rainy day.  I know I ought to start somewhere and while reading this month’s Mother & Baby magazine, I’m determined to make that change.

One of the best ways to save is to first know where the money is going.  I used to keep a record of my monthly expenditure so that I could look back and see where all my hard earned cash was used.  I had an estimated expenditure column and an actual expenditure column too.  In a way, it helped me keep abreast of how I spent my money and deterred me from overspending.  Perhaps I should revisit this idea again.

I also find that making a list while shopping helps to prevent over-shopping.  It really does wonders, especially for shopaholics like me 🙂   Also, when I shop with my hubby in tow, he would remind me not to buy stuff I don’t need, especially impulse buys, which I am very fond of.  And trust me, it is easy to fall prey when I shop alone.

However, the main drive to saving money is the motivation to do it.  And I hope I am motivated enough to carry it through 🙂

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Much Ado About Mar-shay

Since our visit to Marché in Singapore, hubbs and I have been craving the Bundaberg Root Beer sold there. I have also been craving for the calamari, grilled chicken breast and the swiss cross buns, more so because during our second visit there, I was not feeling well and thus, did not manage to eat much.

So when we were planning our one-day trip to Damansara at The Curve last weekend, I straightaway decided that a meal at Marché would HAVE to be factored in. Somehow.

Now how did Marché The Curve compare to Marché VivoCity?

It was a disappointment. Really. For starters, the one item we were looking forward to, the Bundaberg Root Beer, was nowhere to be seen. We did see the bottles on display though, but that was a really mean decoy because the restaurant supervisor told us that those were empty bottles! Dang…

Marché The Curve used a paper card system instead of the ATM card-like system employed in Singapore. The paper card was way bigger and harder to handle compared to the convenience of the ATM card-like system.

No calamari, and even though the grilled chicken breast was on the menu, I was told that they were out of it that night. The swiss cross buns was not soft, and felt unfresh. it was sticky on the outside and dry on the inside. Of course it could be masked if I dipped it into the soup, but that’s another story altogether.

The mushroom soup was okay, but not as thick as I would have liked it to be. I did like the dried bread cubes which I sprinkled liberally in my soup though. That certainly added some texture to the soup. The grilled sausages were all right, but felt like they were fresh from a freezer. The ones in Singapore tasted meatier and more authentic in comparison. I did like the veal sausage though, and that one went down really well with Ethan too.

That being said, the two items that get the giddy thumbs up from me are:

The sautéed mushrooms. Well done, tasted not too mushy and went down really well. It cost only RM8++, and was worth every sen of it. My BIL commented that some evaporated milk could have been added into it.

The crépè with ice cream. I ordered the mango and banana crépè, which was served with chocolate ice cream, and drizzled with chocolate and raspberry sauce. Sinful, yes… and delicious too. Unfortunately the ice cream that it came with was not the Movenpïck kind. I was told that I had to pay an additional RM8 or so, if I chose to have a scoop of Movenpïck ice cream added.

And what about our root beer craving? Well, we saw bottles of it on sale in Cold Storage, so we grabbed a few then and there. 🙂 Don’t need no Marché to serve us ’em root beer, huh?

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Insurance…more or less

These days, we can’t survive without insurance. What was once taboo is considered an essential part of our daily life. There’s life insurance, personal accident insurance, medical insurance and education insurance policies to cater for all our needs. I just renewed my car insurance policy, in fact. It’s an annual mandatory affair. And while I also have home insurance, I am deliberating as to whether to revisit my life insurance policies. I am wondering if it is in fact sufficient for me now that I have a dependent. Isn’t it odd how it is compulsory for us to have car insurance policies year in and year out and yet, some people don’t feel it is mandatory to insure their lives?  Do these people love their vehicles more than their lives?

Think about it.

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The Dora Lesson

~Overheard during my last visit to Toys ‘r’ Us, Queensbay Mall~

Man (to daughter): Girl, come and look at this ugly doll!
Daughter: Where, Daddy?
Man: There, see…this doll, ….. or-or wan… (or-or is Hokkien for black)
Daughter: No la, Daddy. Where got ugly doll? That is Dora!
Man: Huh? Yes ah? I thought ugly doll….

Children are oblivious to the color of skin. Babies are born treating everyone equally. It is the adults that inculcate this sense of *difference* between a fair-skinned person and a dark-skinned person. Are kids these days being brainwashed to become future racists? Okay, perhaps *racists* is too harsh a word, but still, you cannot deny the harm that is being done to that little girl in that scenario above just by what her father is indirectly teaching her.

I have also heard people saying things they deem “harmless” but are actually “harm-FUL” if you look at it deeper. Statements such as, “I don’t know if I should take my son to the barber shop for a haircut. He might be intimidated by how *black* the barber looks. The last time I took him there, he cried immediately upon entering. It could be because of the barber.”

Do we want our kids to grow up shunning people of different races or do we want them to embrace racial unity? In the spirit of kemerdekaan, it is embarrassing to have some official forms still requiring us to fill up a column called RACE. And I have a feeling this could go on for a long time still. Perhaps because of the upbringing, perhaps because some people are still poisoning the minds of their kids. And it is sad that they are already doing it without their even knowing it.

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