Today's tale is about my monthly blood sugar check-up. I'm not diabetic, never have been and would prefer to remain that way forever, God willing. I can't remember exactly when my husband first started acting the doctor, pricking our fingers with such finesse that would put many nurses and even doctors to shame!! But, it was not an overnight success story. It took him years to hone his skills to perfection, and it was in both my mum and me that he experimented zealously. We had to suffer the brunt of his hands-on, trial and error art of finger pricking, in silence. Any show of resentment at being made guinea pigs would doubtlessly put an end to our regular monthly tests carried out in the comforts of our home and FOC, too. So, my mum and I decided to submit to his well-meaning "onslaught" despite the numerous painful finger pricking sessions we had to endure before he finally turned pro.
The "doctor's" gadget
The results were normal for both mum and me, according to the "doctor". I thought mum's 5.8 reading was a bit on the high end but the "doctor" explained that, given her age, this was OK.
So, mum celebrated her results by making bubur kacang. And some bubur kacang it was, with very thick santan and a generous amount of sugar,of course, cooked to a perfect gooey consistency; Mum loves her bubur thick and creamy. Not wanting to lose out to mum, I also celebrated my victory in great style, nonetheless......went to the market and bought 4 durians!!! After all, there's a lot of time to surrender to all the sweet temptations before the next finger pricking session.
Mum's extra rich, extra creamy bubur kacang