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Back to Pittsburgh: Craving Indonesian Food

Setelah hampir 3 minggu lamanya menjadi budak perut, bangun dengan mata mengantuk lalu membuka tudung saji, makan minimal 3x sehari (kadang bisa sampe 4 atau 5x :p), dan tidak berhenti ngemil, dan tidur dengan perasaan bersalah karena kekenyangan, sekarang saatnya back to reality!

Bahwasanya liburan adalah liburan, dan 3 minggu di rumah adalah surga, dan Indonesian food is the best. Tapi kenyataan berbicara lain sekarang, hehehe. Kembali ke Pittsburgh berarti kembali ke kenyataan bahwa kalau mau makan ya harus masak dulu (nggak sekedar buka tudung saji), berharap makan gurame goreng, bakar manis, atau acar kuning adalah mimpi di siang bolong, dan masakan yang paling mirip dengan masakan di indo adalah java fried rice nya Spice Island. Guess what, nasi goreng yang selama ini saya santap dengan penuh semangat itu pun sekarang berasa tidak karuan (buktinya sudah 3 hari masih bersisa di kulkas). Walah ....

Ya ya ya, inilah sindroma orang yang baru pulang kampung. Craving makanan rumah. Mulai dari gudheg uritan yang dibeli mama di pasar sorogenen (walaupun waktu di rumah protes2 melulu), terong balado bikinan mama, tempe goreng, pisang goreng, dan segala makanan lainnya. Tapi sekali lagi, kenyataan berbicara lain. Yang ada di kulkas adalah potato salad, spinach and artichoke dip, dan nasi goreng sisa 3 hari yang lalu, hihihi.

Ya sudahlah, memang saatnya kembali ke dunia nyata.

Comments

JengMayNot said…
Eh? Pasar Sorogenen? Yogya atau Solo? Hehehe..
Reza said…
Wah mita baru pulang ya...
Senangnya :)
Gimana kabar Indo?

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