If you've been close enough to me, then you'll know that I'm no fan of goreng pisang (or pisang goreng, for you tatabahasa nazis out there). Yup, that oh-so-Malaysian crispy delicacy that you bite into with a sweet banana inside, not really a favourite of mine.
Don't get me wrong, it's delicious! But I'm such a picky eater when it comes to these old banana fritters (and a few other things too). The perfect-est pisang goreng I've ever had was the one at Pasar Besar Seksyen 14, PJ where Uncle Hassan sells my favourite popia basah too. But sadly, the penggoreng pisang no more (In case you're really wondering, he passed away, so memang no more la kan. *sad face*)
Oh and btw, I'm not those people yang pantang nampak goreng pisang. You know how some people see someone with a kuali and large tapis and go like "OH MY GOD STOP THE CAR ADA ORANG JUAL GORENG PISANG!!!" (That's occasionally my mum, in case you're wondering lol) Like, I see someone selling it, and think "Meh, I'll pass." because throughout my experience of trying out several different ones, none lived up to the one I had in PJ. So, I just never bothered.
But just a few days ago, Papa brought home some pisang goreng. I had some, and they were acceptably nice and I had more than just a piece. (Wow, such a compliment huh) I'm guessing Papa saw this.
The next day, he came home with the same pisang goreng. I saw them and asked "From depan masjid tu eh?" to which he said "Haah, makan jom." where I immediately stuffed one in my mouth (I was famished!) I'm guessing Papa saw this too.
Today, Papa came all the way upstairs to knock on my door "Jom makan goreng pisang depan masjid tu." I swear he must think I love it so much. It's the third time this week alone. Cutest ever.
