Note the concentration on the part of the Sous-chef |
Crushing the lemongrass into a paste took some doing. |
And the final result...
Helping in the kitchen is Komang's sister whose name we never did get.
On the ride back to Ubud, we could see that preparations for
the Day of Silence were reaching a feverish pitch. Tomorrow was the holiday eve and everything
had to be ready for the celebrations which would occur in every village in
Bali. The Ogoh-Ogoh--the giant
monster/demon figures--sat randomly at the edge of the road and carts of
flowers, fruits and vegetables were at the ready. Tomorrow we would leave Bali and not have the
opportunity to experience either the day of celebration nor the Day of Silence
the following day. But with Komang’s vivid
descriptions and stories, it would be almost as good as being there.
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