Porridge… brought back memories of Mom nursing and fussing over me when I was ill. She would actually wake up several times at night to check on me for the entire period of my bed rest when I was deemed immobile. Poor Mom! Always the volunteer nurse on-call when anyone in the family fell ill, even the cats! When there’s nothing else I could eat, she’ll cook me her Bubur Ayam (Chicken Porridge). The only food I could stomach without making me nauseous, and usually in small amounts. Hence, I have been conditioned to associate porridge with sick food, and the fact that it does look rather unappetizing. It makes me wonder why people have porridge for breakfast or dinner. I do find that quite strange as the only reason I would eat porridge is when I’m ill.

So, here’s my version of Bubur Ayam. Food for the ill. Just making it made me miss my Mom.