One of the things I look forward to during each fasting month is Air Kathirah.
To drink it when breaking fast is like pure heaven. Not only is it sweet, but it is also thirst quenching after such a long day.
For the uninitiated, air kathirah is a like a milk beverage that is sweet and yummy. There are these ingredients in it that I don’t quite know what they are – probably sago seeds? These sago seeds are equivalent to the pearls in bubble tea, just 1/100 the size of a pearl. I’ve tried looking for a photo of this drink but to no avail.
I can’t believe nobody has taken a photo of Air Kathirah. Maybe I will, haha.
But anyways, Air Kathirah is the best thing ever.
So my story about Air Kathirah today adds on to my long history of bimbo tales.
So there I was with FP walking through the Pasar Malam looking for food, drinks and possibly Malay or Indo DVDs. But my main mission was of course to find my beloved Air Kathirah. It has become a personal custom for me to have it every Ramadhan. So we searched and searched.
First there was this stall that sold Air Kathirah in so many flavours that a bubble tea shop will cringe in shame. Blueberry Kathirah, Strawberry Kathirah and so on. I was like.. “WOW, interesting but NO. I must have the original”.
So we walked on.
Then directly across from where I was standing, I saw a sign saying AIR KATHIRAH + CHENDOL.
So I pointed the sign to FP, to which he says, “Chendol sounds good! Let’s go!”
Now here’s where things get complicated all because of Air Kathirah.
When I saw the sign, I honestly thought that it meant that Chendol is mixed with Air Kathirah and therefore a new drink has been created. That was my logic because that is truly the literal meaning of the sign. (I’m a simple girl, you know?)
FP on the other hand, caught the real meaning of the sign – which simply says that they sold both Air Kathirah and Chendol at the stall. Not mixed. They just have both available.
So bearing these opposing thoughts in mind, let me tell you what happened when we got to the stall.
So this is the conversation that occurred between me and the stall aunty:
Me: Can I have one kathirah, and one kathirah + chendol
Aunty: Ok, one kathirah, one chendol
Me: No, one kathirah, one Kathirah + Chendol! (thinking why doesn’t she understand when she has a sign saying kathirah + chendol up! At these moment FP was nudging me saying stuff. I ignored him)
Aunty: (begins putting one packet of Kathirah in a plastic bag)
Me: Um, can I have that in a cup? (to which FP nudged me again saying, “Nevermind.. we can just drink from the plastic”)
Aunty: Sorry we don’t have any more cups. (she then takes one packet Chendol and put it in the plastic also)
Me: Oh ok.. (notices that the Chendol does not seem to be mixed with kathirah) Aunty, is this already mixed with Kathirah?
At this point of time, the aunty did look annoyed. She looked incredibly tired and did I tell you that we can break fast at any minute? And still she had to deal with nonsense from a certain innocent bimbo.
Aunty: We don’t have mixed ones. It’s either Kathirah or Chendol. No mixed! So you still want or don’t want??
Me: Oh (blush blush) yes yes ok
Aunty: So with Chendol or no Chendol?
Me: With. So one Kathirah one Chendol.
After which, FP laughed at me nonstop. But to my defense:
a) The sign was misleading
b) Prior to this stall, I saw air kathirah in so many flavours
c) Who knows, air kathirah mixed with chendol might be yummy after all!
So perhaps we should try mixing eh, Kawan E? 