Betau Valley

Betau Valley

Monday, 27 December 2010

Bee Woh, time-forgotten crockery shop

How many people these days actually know what exactly is a crockery shop? Or precisely, how many crockery shops are there left around? Well, there still exist one in Raub, a real crockery shop by origin where the shop really started life by selling what else but crockery. Well, back in 1925 when the shop was founded, there weren't any Carrefour, Tesco, JayaJusco nor local supermarkets that eclipsed the function of a crockery shop - selling pots, pans, porcelains, kitchen utensils and the likes. I was refurbishing my kitchen and I wanted some retro-styled bowls and plates so the first thing that came across my mind was BEE WOH! Many years back, I remember having bought some old-fashioned cockerel bowls as well as blue-and-white rice bowls from the shop. It was manned by two elderly sisters, grand-daughters of the original founders. Gone are the really old stock - the sisters told me that few years back, some foreigners 'kwei-lows' bought the whole old stock and even asked if they would part with their old safe imported from old England! Well, I managed to buy a few large cockerel bowls of much inferior quality (in term of drawing details) but they are still authentic hand-drawn porcelain bowls...if ever anyone should visit Raub and is fascinated by trivialities, why not Bee Woh for a glimpse of the old Malaya...


The shop plaque at the entrance.


Granite mortar and pestles - an essential cooking tool in the Malaysian kitchens.


Cockerel bowls : porcelain bowls much used in the olden days by hawkers and coffee shops for our beloved wanton noodle soups, laksa (noodles in curry broth) and Bak Kut Teh (spicy pork soup), sadly now replacedby colourful and toxic melanin and plastic bowls.


Another old-fashioned porcelain bowl.



Guess what, the last few remaining porcelain tea cups in the shop. It is synonymous with the Hainanese coffee shops found all over Malaya, later the young Malaysia. This particular design is an institution and a culture in itself.


Pictures of the first-generation shopkeepers - parents of the elderly sisters still manning the shop.


The founders...back in 1925.


An old shop plaque all the way from China.


The old safe imported from England.


up-close...


Back in the olden days, prizes were given for exemplary behaviours during National Day celebration. It was a very different Malaysia back then. The shop was conferred a certificate of cleanliness, a far cry from its current state of existence now...


An old photo on the wall, depicting the Government servants club of Bentong of which the last owner was a member.


Clay pots for making soups the old-fashioned way - by using a charcoal stove. This kind of clay pot will not stand direct gas fire.


Another kind of clay pot usually seen used for clay pot chicken rice sold in the street.


Rows of thermo flasks.


A noodle machine.


Charcoal tongs - no longer found in the modern kitchen.


Large bowls for soup.


Wooden clogs!... what nostalgia. When I was a boy, there was an elderly bespectacled clog maker in my village and I used to go to his shack to watch him make clogs to pass time. In those days, call it ignorance or call it what-you-want-to-name-it, people address people by their profession and unfortunately, the clog maker is often called 'khek-suk', meaning uncle clog and worse, the daughter, already a married elderly woman, was called 'khek-mui', meaning little clog girl!


Kerosene stove - no longer sold nor used. This is the last example in the shop and it is not for sale.


Metal water canister. I used to drink a lot from these. My father was a carpenter and carpenters, masons and generally most working labourers have one of these to carry water for drinking. Wonder if it is still in fashion...


Porcelain double-boilers for Chinese herbal soups. At the bottom are cake and cookie molds.

Wednesday, 22 December 2010

Christmas at Niort

The sit-down Christmas lunch I had in Niort, France back in 2004 has got to be the best I've ever had. The eve, we had (actually the only time I've ever had) Russian Beluga caviar served with the most tender and sweet steamed potatoes. I do not know how other caviar(s) taste like except for the horrible and fishy lumpfish roe that is often sold as caviar...the beluga is definitely NOT black (a kind of tea translucent tint) and every pearly roe explodes with the most indescribable sensation of richness in the palate and bewildering as it seems, goes perfectly with the texture and taste of the steamed potatoes. Chez the Serres (my BIL's family), eve is always light food like terrines, rilettes, raw cauliflower with dips, oysters and seafood - lots of it and other finger food. It is usually lunch on Christmas day which is more important. Every year that I was invited for Christmas, I was given the honour to help set the table...the cooking is steadfastly French and prepared and decided by the matriach (and some suggestions from the daughter and DIL)...


The set table with sterling silverware and fine porcelains from Limoges, home of the finest porcelain makers in France like Haviland and Bernardaud.


What the winter garden yielded for the table decor...





The Beluga and steamed potatoes.



Stuffings for the pigeons - dried figs and chestnuts.



Fattened and stuffed pigeons for the oven...


Some nems to give the lunch an exotic feel.



Seafood - prawns and snails are usually eaten au naturel sold boiled in salted water directly from the fishmonger's.


Whelks or boulot in French, served with homemade aioli - garlic infused mayonnaise.



Jean-Paul and his selection of fine wine for lunch. Chez the French, selection of wine for meals come as natural as reading and writing. It is a part of their culture passed on from one generation to another and usually at the end of vindage, the grape harvest in autumn, there will be wine sale (called foire aux vins) before the holiday seasons and people buy wine in the crates at very affordale prices. If you do not know how to choose a good bottle, there will always be a sommelier even at the supermarket wine section to help you out with a crash course in wine selection.


A nice bottle of vintage Margaux for the pigeons.



Oysters for appetizers. Almost always served with champagnes.

Sunday, 12 December 2010

Pictorial Journey of a Sunday to Bukit Telaga

The weather cleared and so I went to Bukit Telaga again for some photos...


Pagoda plant. Observe the form of the plant.


A moth on a pile of dried leaves in the shade...


Soothing mid-day sun and shade on the stream.


Observe the quality of the water.


The stream under full glare of mid-day sun.


A perfect bush of Black Lily, Tacca spp.


A damselfly on its sentry post.


Another bejeweled damselfly on a boulder.


Flowers from the canopy on the stream...


A fungus.


A group of attractive fungi on a fallen tree across the stream.


Another on the same trunk.


Delicate and translucent underside of the fungus against the light...


Another view...


An orchid scrambling all over the fallen trunk.


Another fungus...


Delicate umbrelles like miniature table lamps for elves...


Gelatinous wood ears.


Black ones.


Lacy and delicate ferns growing among mosses on a boulder. Reminds me of the aquatic Bolbitis ferns.


A brown Nawab, Charaxes spp. feeding on the sandy banks.


Lantana...a classic roadside plant.


A brown Pansy butterfly sunning itself.


A small wasp.


A fruit fly on a sunlit palm frond.


A patch of moss revived by the rain.


Firecracker flowers dangling from a trunk, almost touching the leaf litters on the forest floor.


Tiny Sonerilas found abundantly along the trunk road uphill. One just need to take the time to stop and observe...


Beautifully patterned leaf of a wild pepper plant.


Another sonerila with vividly patterned leaves. They belong to the melanostomacea family of plants that includes the common Straits Rhododendron or locally called Senduduk.


A selaginella beautifully shaded in deep bronze.


A variety of tree ferns with woolly bases.The wool is an effective fiber used to clot blood flow in a cut.


On the way down at Tranum, I spied a huge mass of Hoyas on the huge raintree. It was flowering profusely and is certainly a rare treat.




View of Fraser's Hills from the corner of the slopes going up to Bukit Telaga.