This what happened when you live in different country with your parent or the rest of family. Sometime, I missed my mum's cooking. No matter you grow older, this craving could always come (oh well at least to me). So, here I am, craving (but not pregnancy craving...LOL) of one of my mum's cooking. You could find anywhere at any restaurant that have the same taste. What do I do? Oh well....I just have to get the recipe from my lovely mother and try to cook it the best I could. Luckily, today I could get the taste. Not too bad for a person like me who never cooked while living with my mum ages ago. Now my own self...a mother to my two children and a wife to my husband...I just have to improvise .......... and be a cook.