Those people that know me will know that I have an abnormal memory for food. You could ask me what I ate on my 21st birthday, or what I ate at a restaurant on holiday five years ago and I will remember. Unfortunately this is sad but true.
The trouble is, and this strikes me as slightly strange, I can barely remember anything we ate in Malaysia , and hence the title of this blog “Malaysia ….A food identity crisis”.

Having read back through my journals, vague memories of venturing off to a small family run Indian restaurant down a seedy back alley in Penang come flooding back. With no idea how to read the menu or what to order I took advice from a local (probably a bad idea) and ordered a chicken dish wish nearly blew my head off. I just couldn’t eat it.
The country itself was also a bit of a mixed bag however I have amazing memories of the Cameron Highlands and Kuala Lumpur . My next blog will be about the Cameron highlands which deserves an entry to itself.
Next blog entry: Cameron Highlands , Malaysia : Tea plantations and strawberries.
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