BORN WITHOUT ANY spoon of any metal in my mouth, food was a matter of having enough to dispel any passing pang of hunger.
Often, it was the drink—plain water or coffee—and not the food that helped. It did not matter how. In any case, lucky were we who were—and are— born and raised in Penang. That food could lack flavour and taste was not an idea we needed to consider very often, be it home-cooked, street-bought or canteen-served.
