7 Makanan Khas Riau Novels & Stories

said Novi, staring intensely at the woman. "Mama's child has taken a bath and smells good. Come on, please sit down, Mama, cook your favorite food." said Raya smiling sincerely looking at her daughter who walked towards the dining table. Raya gave him a plate filled with chicken penyet which is Novi's favorite dish. On the dining table, various Indonesian specialties are neatly arranged. Such as: warm white rice, chicken penyet plus tomato sauce sauce, stir-fried sweet vegetables, sob chicken, fried fish and water drinks that are healthy for the human body. "Wow, that's a lot of food. All this mom made?" Novi asked turning to Mama Raya.

Saturday noon, Amanda, Nadine, and Gaby had already prepared the supplies they would take for their vacation: clothes, snacks, drinks, and all of Ricky's necessities, including his formula milk and bottle. Athalia arrived with Henry, bringing along three stacked tiffin carriers. Athalia had intentionally cooked rendang, capcay (stir-fried vegetables), lodeh (vegetable stew), crispy shrimp, sweet and sour carp, and not to forget, rempeyek (crispy peanut crackers).

The most popular dishes were skewered sliced meat known as satay, Jengo rice which was a portion of white rice with a mix of nuts, anchovies and fermented beancurd in banana leaf, rojak which was a fruit and vegetable salad dish and lastly, spicy-sweet grilled sweet corn. “Ah!” she screamed, rushing to the nearest stall for a glass of cold water. Quenching her thirst, she cried out, “I’m dying, Hart!” Hart chuckled at Myra’s adorableness. “Lesson learned,” the man grinned. She had such a sweet tongue but could not tolerate the smallest bit of spice in her dishes. The other fact about her was that she was such a glutton for his country’s street food. She finally settled on some local ice cre

Gayle said sit down too. Rye smiles lightly. His favorite was anything served at the table: fried rice, beaten egg, fried fish.

Ria looked at the table again. Everything was ready. The food was set neatly. She had cooked Adrian’s favorite dishes. The smell still filled the room, but the warmth was slowly fading. She had even used the special plates Adrian bought, saying they are his sister's favorite. Ria wanted tonight to turn out well. She had cooked different dishes—rice, soup, meat, vegetables. Everything looked perfect. She rubbed her sore fingers, still bandaged, but she didn’t mind.

And the dim golden spotlights, adding to the traditional atmosphere. On one side, these carts provided various types of traditional East Javanese culinary delights that were commonly eaten daily. For example, there were pecel (rice with peanut sauce), gado-gado (hodgepodge), soto ayam (chicken soup), soto daging (beef soup), tahu campur (mixed tofu), rawon (rice black soup with beef), and so on. People seemed patient in line for their turn to eat it. At the round tables, the majority of the guests, who were tanned, spent their time. I could hear them talking about work. I suspected strongly, they were employees who work in companies that are members of the Limantoro Group.

She flipped through sheet after sheet seriously. "What else will we cook for tomorrow? There's Taliwang chicken, Pelecing chicken, Crispy chicken, Penyet chicken, Gado-gado chicken, chicken satay, chicken opor, chicken meatballs, chicken nauggets, chicken..." "Stop! Done! I really like chicken but that doesn't mean I keep eating chicken every day. It could make me be a real chicken!" Luna looked at me in confusion. Then i glanced at the magazine in his hand.

Napatigil siya nang biglang kumaway ang Tiya sa harap niya, para agawin ang atensyon. “Kumain ka na ba? Halika sa kusina!” Hindi na ito naghintay ng sagot, hinila agad si Riva papasok. Kahit gusto niyang tumanggi, hinayaan na lang niya. Pagdating sa kusina, bumungad sa kanya ang isang hanay ng iba’t ibang putahe—adobo, kare-kare, paksiw, chicken curry, monggo, sayote, at kung ano-ano pa. Ang bawat isa ay maayos na nakaayos sa maliliit na lalagyan, may usok pa, halatang bagong luto.