I’ve been really home sick lately. Like really, really home sick. The downside to living eight billion miles away from home is just that, it’s eight billion miles away. A plane ticket home costs an arm and a leg, a phone call puts you back another set of arm and leg, and (very) lonely holiday seasons. For me personally, the biggest downside is not having the delicious oh so god damn delicious food that Indonesia is all about.
Growing up in Jakarta, food was such a significant part of my life. Not only that I was so lucky to have a mama that to this day is still the best cook I’ve ever encountered, delectable food was just everywhere. There are tons of amazing restaurants all over the city, covering all kinds of Indonesian food. Please note that Indonesia is an archipelago of umm I don’t know, nineteen THOUSAND islands, with over three hundred different original tribes and cultures. And Jakarta being the capital, the hub of the country, is where all those people from all different islands and backgrounds come to live. This my friends, means that in Jakarta, you can get so many different kinds of food. The street food industry alone is effing ridiculous! In a day’s worth, you can have dozens of different food vendors passing your house, all selling yummy dishes from a makeshift cart, for super cheap. I MISS IT SO DAMN MUCH.