Off the bat, I like the metal bowl and metal spoon used. It always make the cendol concoction feels colder. Love the coarsely textured shaved ice too but the green cendol jellies tasted a little too salty. And it was not because of the santan (coconut milk brew).
The traditional ice shaver used by mobile hawkers used to be the planing type made of wood and an embedded blade. I remember when I was a kid, the grab handle for the ice was a wooden ice pick with rows of nails to dig into the ice.
The hawket than slide the ice back and forth on the shaver as seen here.
Nowadays, almost all cendol and ABC sellers use a motorised electric shaver which is modified from the hand cranked circular version.
These are actually vermicelli-rice flour string hoppers awaiting steaming on top of a pau steamer cover. The rattan dome is wrapped with a white cloth.
I found out that the South Indian Putu Mayam is from Venus and Putu Mayung is from Pluto. The pakcik hawker at the Ramadan bazaar noticed me giving the name on the banner a double take.
The intuitive man explained that in the north, it is known as Putu Mayung. It tastes just as wonderful with grated coconut and 'gula melaka' or coconut palm sugar.
I asked the operator and he said he extracts (or blends) the juice from the watermelons without adding water or sugar, as other sellers would.
The stall brands itself as Kaw-Kaw Tembikai Blend. Kaw is the Hokkien word for thick.
Sony Alpha a7R, ISO 125, f4, 1/200 sec.
Putrajaya's Ramadan Bazaar is refreshingly different and somewhat bizarre. It is more a showcase of clever marketing tactics, than of food.
Many of the stalls have banners with hipster catchphrases such as 'the real original', 'no additives', 'infused' and 'yogurt-fied', for example.
Quite a few proclaim a small town's name where the dish and seller supposedly originate; leaving you wondering why they are not selling in their home towns.
If in doubt, one can always ask via their Facebook (and 'like' symbol) displayed on the stall.
As such, I wasn't expecting cooperation when I asked to take a picture of him standing next to the barbecue fire.
I had to. The scene behind him had such wonderful ambience and I needed him to complete the picture. What an opportunity for a mood shot at a ramadan bazaar, I thought to myself. He shouted back "No"
Before I could respond, he asked: "Why me?"
Saw this roadside stall at Ulu Slim on a wet evening. It was operated by a makcik trio. One makcik was too shy and declined to be photographed. Below is our conversation translated into English from Malay (for the benefit of international followers).
Me: Is that your house behind, makcik?
They: Yes. And do you know why we are selling food in front of our humble kampung house?
Me: So that you don't have to use that shiny new car (wrapped up) to transport the food elsewhere?