This has been my favourite since I was 7 years old. The Indian man would cart his stall into our school to sell and we would crowd around him doing his business. He wore a shirt and Indian Doti cloth. In between he used to rub his cloth in the groin after sprinkle nuts and sugar. We were so innocent and ate his dicked pancake so YUMMY! If he did that again today, I will place his banana into the pancake and bake!
The Hokkiens call it "Ban Chang Kueh" in the northern states.
Look! He's only a small boy selling! He is only 10 years old and working hard to earn for his coming Hari Raya. The sight of his size actually attracted me from miles away outside Ampang Point.
He is so cool and confident with appreciative smiles. He really made my day! I will stop complaining that my job in the office comfort is tough. Hope you will appreciate your jobs at this time when the country's economy is gloomy.
Let's Be Happy With Our Lives!