Strange Things Indonesian: IndoCake

I've been thinking of making a series of 'different' things in Indonesia. There are many, many things Indonesian I love, and a few (in my own ethnocentricity) that I don't quite get. It's much more entertaining to hear about those followed by my jolly quips. So here goes.

Indonesians love cake. Every special event must have a cake and a banner (more on those later). Cake in Indonesia is different from Canadian Cake.

First of all, the cake itself is usually spongy. Not necessarily a bad thing, but it isn't the fluffy deliciousness one often enjoys in other cake-loving countries.

Second of all, the icing is oily. Not just a little oily, exxon valdez oily; I've immersed my lips in a tub of vaseline, oily.

Thirdly, cake may appear to be covered with white chocolate shavings (over oily icing). Beware! All is not what it appears. Cake often comes with grated processed cheese on it. I tell no lies.

"I'm not saying it's wrong. I'm not saying it's right. It just is."

I bought a Vespa

I've loved Vespa's ever since High School when my favourite album was MxPx's "Life in General" and they sang "take a ride on my Vespa, I'll take you home." Maybe I'm a bit of a nostalgist, or maybe I'm one of those creepy people who can't grow past high school, but I still love them and finally bought one another teacher was selling. She had named it 'Winston' but I quickly changed it to 'Winnifred' as I thought my bike should be a girl.

It's not the toughest looking thing, but you have to admit it rates high in the coolness quotient. It's also a beast to drive... (I occasionally refer to it as 'the heifer') as it only has a 2 stroke motor, and it weighs a little less than a Toyota Landcruiser.

Prince and Princess Day

In Gr. 2 we had a Prince and Princess day to teach about respect, manners, and polite prince and princess behaviour. We got to wear crowns. It was awesome.