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Lovely post! Just saying the names brings a sense of intimacy and immediacy, sending you straight back into the kitchens of your childhood.

The bukbukbuk of porridge as it simmered gently. The hissss of nasi kukus as the grains swelled and the heady aromas wafted out.

As kids, we loved kueh tu tu - we always giggled when the brass moulds they were steamed in over charcoal went tuktuk-tuktuktuk in the most cheerful fashion.

And even today, I'll travel for hours to any stall that still sells kok kok mee. Roaming hawkers would announce their arrival in the neighbourhood by knocking a pair of chopsticks against a plate, hence the name.

There was no "one" kok kok mee. Every hawker had his own secret formula for ingredients, broths, toppings - and his own signature kok-kok-kok. That was what sent us running out the door to see if our favourite one was nearby.

Your post woke up such happy memories, thank you! Some foods really do transcend geography, first because you remember the hands that made them, the way they were made, how they were offered to you. And then because they live on in new hands that bring new life and energy to the processes that created them.

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