Mystery of the pink noodles

This afternoon, as I walked into the kitchen, I saw the maids rolling dough to make noodles.

I did a double take. The dough was PINK IN COLOUR.

I said, “Pink??”

The reply came: “Green also!” And that was when I spied pink and green dough balls sitting under a cloth-covered pot.

I ran back into my room to plurk this discovery.

Plurk

After a while, I realised that I needed some photo evidence, so I ran back into the kitchen to take some photos.

By that time, the dough had been nicely noodled.

Pink and green homemade noodles

I posted the photo on both Plurk and Facebook.

Many people wanted to know what the noodles tasted like and what made the colour.

Well, obviously I couldn’t tell because they weren’t even cooked yet at that point of time.

Fast forward to dinner time. Mystery solved!

After cooking, the pink noodles turned brown.

Pink and green homemade noodles

The green noodles remained green.

Pink and green homemade noodles

So it turns out that they’re just made with normal flour. But beetroot and spinach juice, respectively, had been used in place of water to produce the colour.

Homemade zha jiang mian (bean and meat sauce noodles) for dinner! This is the “sauce” that goes with the noodles:

Pink and green homemade noodles

Sichuan peppercorn oil is used optionally to add some spice.

Pink and green homemade noodles

By themselves the noodles taste like normal noodles. You can’t taste the beetroot or the spinach.

But the whole thing is yummy! I had over two servings of that. =P

Eric is absolutely going to kill me tomorrow when I show up for my gym session. Eric is my personal trainer at California Fitness and he reads my blog.

Say goodbye to Sheylara, people.

These balls were made for eating

I haven’t done a food post in a while because I’m getting bored with photographing my food before eating.

But my blog feels hungry today, so I went to dig up some old food pictures. Haha.

[You're hungry]

This fine-looking specimen of epicurean delight is, unfortunately, only available in KL, Malaysia.

I know, I’m kinda evil.

[You're getting hungrier]

I don’t know what they call this dish exactly (because my friend did all the ordering) but it’s self-made noodles and also comes in soup form.

[You're now thirsty]

The good news is that it’s not really that nice (to me) so I don’t think you’ll miss much if you don’t get to eat it.

It’s not horrible. It’s just normal tasting. But, for some reason, it’s very very popular with the locals. They drive miles to come to this backwater place just to wait 45 minutes for their food. No kidding.

[They ran out of umbrellas very quickly]

[Some people didn't get umbrellas]

Since we had to wait so long for our food, I engaged in the only entertainment available at that time and place.

[Who?]

Camwhoring.

But it was so windy and the wind was threatening to turn me into Sadako so I stopped. I went to check out the other entertainment, instead.

[It was his turn to take a bath]

LOL. There’s a car wash service just beside the noodle place. Motorists can have their car washed for a few ringgit while they sit around waiting for their food.

Not too shabby, is it?

While most people flock to the place for the noodles, what I found really good was the side dish:

[Many people lost their balls that day]

These are to-die-for, to-queue-up-for pork balls. Best pork balls I’ve eaten. I will wait 45 minutes for them, especially when they come with a complimentary jar of a very disgusting looking chilli concoction.

[But the tongue burning was worth it]

It doesn’t look that awful after you scoop it out into a little dish and hide the jar.

[The dish trembled at the strength of the chilli]

The chilli’s very hot (you can feel it burning the moment it touches your tongue) but it tastes damn good. You can’t stop dipping your balls in the chilli even when it starts killing you.

Well, my Malaysian friend said not to tell anyone the address of this place because he says waiting 45 minutes for his noodles is enough for him and he doesn’t want to have to wait 90 minutes.

LOL.

But I’ll offer a clue. Here’s a road sign:

[It was a bright and beautiful day]

The road leads to the food place… eventually.

It’s only a little way in lah.

Shit, I just hate doing food posts. Now I’m hungry again.