Lunch time, Sunday. Starving. Nothing to eat. It all looks boring. Want to go out. Tired. Bored. Staaaaaarving.
We headed out for a nice Sunday lunch together, just the three of us. Found a nice place that we knew would fill our empty stomachs, sat down, ordered and licked our lips seeing the food arrive to our table quickly.
We get a little blase about what what we feed Abbey - not in terms of nutrition (I'm very conscious of that), but with the types of food. She is not, and has never been, a fussy eater - she'll try anything and likes the most amazing array of flavours.
She tried to try the food...
... and then resorted to cutlery when she realised chopsticks aren't used to stab food with!
One taste, one cry... one problem.
Uh-oh. Maybe this food isn't suitable for an almost-three-year-old? Malaysian food is spicier than I expected and although we had ordered mostly mild dishes, there was a hint of spice in each.
The thing is, Abbey clearly loved the flavours. The rice (nasi goreng) was delicious and she wanted to eat it but the lingering spicy hit was hurting her tongue.
The solution? A little shop two doors down, and a gulp of...
... milk! Famous for cooling the mouth.
We didn't ask her to try the food again, but we asked her if the milk cooled her tongue. A nod. A moment of thought. A dive back into the rice. A few mouthfuls followed by a gulp of milk. Repeat.
One happy girl.
Meanwhile, Steve and I were happily eating...
My favourite? Rasa Malaya Sotong (calamari with a tangy red sauce):
And Steve's favourite - a spicier dish that came as a surprise for its yumminess (a spicy bean dish that I forgot to write down the name of - too busy eating calamari!):
We ate at Rasa Malaya in Doncaster, east of Melbourne, with thanks to the Malaysia Kitchen campaign.