As I was typing my previous entry Fucked by Jellyfish I remembered a really funny story that happened to my brother. It wasn’t funny then but it’s funny as hell right now. Way back when my Grandmother used to be alive she would make Love Letters or Kuih Kapit for Chinese New Year. My Grandmother used the traditional Kuih Kapit mold for making Kuih Kapit.
After you put the batter on the mould, you close the mould and put on a stove. I think it’s called a stove, I’m not sure what that thing is called. I’ve seen people use that “stove” for BBQ as well. It’s heated up by charcoal.
That’s not my Grandmother. I stole the picture from thestar.com.my. Anyway, that’s where you put the mold to “cook” or “bake” the batter. Once it’s ready, you fold or roll the batter while it’s still hot and rubbery. Once it cools down, it becomes crispy.
You must be wondering why it’s also called Love Letters. As you can see there are some sort of designs on the Kuih Kapit. So I guess that’s why they call them Love Letters as well. Below is a picture of how the mold actually looks like.
There was this one particular Chinese New Year my Grandmother was ready to make the Love Letters. I was so damn excited cause I love to eat it. Especially the burnt ones. She would throw them away so I’ll eat them instead of throwing it away. The good ones won’t be touched until Chinese New Year. Normally she would put the mold on the “stove” to heat it up before actually making the Love Letters. I guess she wanted to warm up the mold or something. I remember noticing when she makes the Love Letters the mold would get really hot until its red hot. So that would mean it’s really hot.
So on this particular day the mold was on the “stove” but it wasn’t red hot. So I guessed it wasn’t that hot. How hot could it be right? I took the mold and clamped my little brother’s arm. I think he was about 2 or 3 years old. I’m 4 years older than him. He screamed and ran off like a little girl. So I guess it was hot after all. It wasn’t funny then cause my parents came home and my Dad gave me a real ass whooping. But it sure as hell is funny now. But it wasn’t all that bad.
My 3 year old brother started walking around the neighborhood with a Love Letter Tribal tattoo on his arm like a real gangsta.
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A little happy belated birthday entry for my brother to remind him of the good old times haha
Bam Bam got it on his ass in Jackass2, but Doyle got it on his arm at the age of 2! Doyle should join the Jackass crew.
My Grandmother was alive then so he had to be 1 or 2, cause at 3 she was no longer with us.
OMFG! You are a sadistic little bugger