When I was in Durham, this was our weekend breakfast dish that I would prepare. Just the smell of it would wake my housemates up. I still remember Zeah and Nurul would said to each other (they were sharing room) “Si Dijah sudah masak cucur dia atu ni. Bah kita bangun sekarang. Nanti kehabisan” [Dijah is cooking her cucur right now. Let’s wake up now. Don’t wait until it finishes]
I would prepare a jug of plain tea to go with the cucur. I vividly remember they would sit on the sofa while munching my cucur. How time flies! It has been a while since I prepare this myself. Food does bring people closer to one another. Indeed.
