Brad's Homecoming Pawty

Mama has put me in charge of Brad's pawty...you know...to celebrate his return from the hospital. I need help deciding the menu (which may not even be delivered as everything depends on what Mama has in the fridge....).

Should it a combination of grilled catfish (and hot sour dip) and chili prawns?

XXXL prawns from Sabah....fit for Prince Brad...

Or....chicken and beef satay? Oooohhh...am drooling....

What about this humongous concoction for dessert? This is a Malaysian specialty called ABC - Air Batu Campur (literal translation - Mixed Ice) - a heavenly mixture of shaved ice, milk, syrup, jelly, cendol, nuts, dried fruits etc...

Angelina's note: Don't fret, fans of Brad. He can't eat any of those. This menu is for us, the guests. Brad will stick to his RC UT diet kibbles...the poor sod. har har har *evil laughs* Hey...the pawty will be in his honour....purrr....meow!

Party Animals!

We had another party last weekend. No catfood this time around but plenty of human food.

Mama prepared a sort of North-South combo (Aussie BBQ with Malaysian flavours). We had beef and chicken satay with peanut sauce, lamb chops and chicken wings, salad, fried noodles with prawns and fruits.

Dad was good at helping Mama too. "For the first time in my life, I'm skewering bamboo sticks into meat to make satay...," he said. There's always a first time, Dad.

Then there was a drama of sorts when our portable BBQ set wouldn't start. Dad thinks the thermostat has gone kaput. So we had to borrow Uncle Is' portable set. While waiting for him to arrive, Dad grilled some satay using an Ikea pan on a small gas stove. (see pix below)

Yummy....chicken satay for everyone.

Kudos to Dad for his forward thinking or else the early guests - Aunty Ana, Uncle Ron and their daughter Tiyana - would have to starve.

Unfortunately, as more guests arrive, Brad and I were told to stay in the bedroom and not flirt with people. We were allowed some courtesy appearances but that was all. Mama had some heart stopping moments last year when we were allowed to mingle with the guests and some kids (they're not invited this year) chased us around the house until we were exhausted. The "terrible twins" were scary little people, I must say. Hence the curfew.

No worries, we're not complaining. At the end of the day, after everyone else has gone, Dad had some quality "Magnum" time with us. Paw lickin' good! meow!