DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 108: DELICIOUS SPECIAL FOOD

    Jamil deliberately came to the banding pond, and asked the farmer to help make a banding to burn mud. Actually, it's not hard to make it. But it takes its own time, because it must smear the milkfish with clay and burn it on the coals of fire. If not intended to make, although easy yes will not exist. For the sake of the child and his child's friends, he tried to find a farmer who would make. Finally got it.

    "How much do you need to make a mud-burning bandage ...?" ask the farmer to Jamil.

    "Monggo kerso .... Please Mr. Lik can make us how many .... This is for the sake of my son, Mr. Lik ..." said Jamil who certainly was not easy to find a pond employee who would spread.

    "Sak crook, yes ..." said the farmer.

    "Magih ..." replied Jamil happily, because what his son asked would be obedience.

    "Kok did not say yesterday-yesterday if you want a band of mud-burning ..." asked the farmer again.

    "Here, this is my son who asked .... Just arrived yesterday afternoon, invite his friends." replied Jamil.

    "I was helped by firewood, yes .." said the farmer asking Jamil to help the firewood to burn his banding.

    "Yes, ready ..." and then Jamil nyetater motor.

    "Where are you going?" ask the confused farmer.

    "Say tell the firewood .... I'm going to find firewood. In many markets ..." Jamil said.

    "O, yes it is .... Please .... Just buy cigarettes ..." said the farmer again.

    "Okay, ready ...." Jamil immediately propelled his motor.

    Then the farmer attacked the fish. Once the direct serok can be a lot. Next, the bands are cleaned.

    Yes, the name of the mud flake is a very traditional menu. From the name alone can be guessed, which is a banding fish that is burned with mud. This mud-burning bandeng is difficult to obtain in areas other than ponds, because the process of wrapping clay or mud must use mud from the pond where the banding is located. Therefore, this traditional food is usually in areas where the majority of farmers are farmed.

    And strangely enough, this mud-burning bandage nobody is selling. Especially looking for this menu at a restaurant or restaurant. This mud-burning milkfish process is usually made by farm workers who are said to tell the story when they want to eat no side dishes, then they try to make the talent bandeng. So that the food called grilled mud only exists and is served around the pond area, and cooking it also on the edge of the pond.

    Melian once ate this cuisine, when invited by his mother and father to take a walk to the pond. Because it tastes good, then apparently Melian want to show off this traditional menu to her friends.

    Actually the manufacturing process is very simple. Yes, it is all due to the limitations of the tools in the pond. As done by the farmer who asked for help by Jamil, although suddenly, can still make it. From the bandeng fish that was attacked earlier, then washed until clean. His skin or banding scales should not be damaged. Just washed. Even if to eat alone, at most only dyed into pond water.

    Furthermore, the fish milkfish that have been washed, by the farm workers are covered in mud. This mud is taken from inside the pond that is still wet or there is water. Just dredge with his fingers from the pond. The entire body of the banding fish is wrapped in mud until flat, rather thick, about half to one centimeter, so that the banding is not visible anymore.

    "Uduk .., uduk .., uduk ..., uduk .... Din ..., din ..." sound of motorcycle.

    Jamil came with firewood placed in the middle of his duck bike.

    "This is Mr. Lik, the wood .." said Jamil who lowered the wood, and gave the farmer a pack of cigarettes.

    "Yes, thanks .... This will help the fire to be added to the wood ..." said the farm official, who had lit the fire from the bamboo cobwebs, a former pond support.

    A big fire. Ponders who used to burn mud banding were directly arranging the wooden slats, to put the bands to be burned.

    Then the farmer burned the mud-covered banding on a burning fire.

    "Ngrokok first ..." The farmer opened the packet of cigarettes that had been bought by Jamil, then took a stick, and ignited it into the embers in front of him. Cigarettes are smoked. Thick smoke came out of his mouth.

    "Here, the cigarette .." said the farmer offering Jamil a cigarette.

    "I'm not crooked, really, Mr. Lik ..." Jamil said.

    "Pantesan rich .... Lha wong duwitnya all imported ..." said the man mocked Jamil.

    "Pak Lik is also rich, lha that bandeng sak blonde-blonde until never invited to walk ..." said Jamil who replied.

    "The man sawang sinawang yes, Mil ..." said the farmer who certainly did not want to accuse each other.

    "That's dead, hasn't it, Mr. Lik ...?" ask Jamil who keeps an eye on the burned bandits.

    "Not .... Later when mature, the sign is that the mud used to bandage the banding looks cracked and looks to be charcoal" said the person.

    "Oo, yes .... The banding isn't gosong huh, Mr Lik?" ask Jamil again.

    "Lha the point is wrapped in mud so that the bandeng is not scorched .... This will open the mud, what do you want to open at home?" ask the farmer.

    "It is better to open at home, Mr. Lik .... Let my son's friends see first, let's know his name is grilled mud banding .... Hehehe ..." replied Jamil, who certainly wanted to show the form of a mud-burning bandage to his guests.

    "You are you, Mil ..., have one child only once pampered ..." said the man.

    "Lha continues to pamper her child who ...? Can it be ...? His father was not jealous .... Hehehe ..." Jamil said.

    "Genee .... This will be the way, clean the mud from all over the bandeng, the way by peeling it little by little, so that the milk meat does not strip .... It will be directly meat, the skin is peeled off with the mud" said the farmer who had begun to lift the mud that had turned into hard soil which contained the ripe bandeng. Of course it's still hot. So the mud was put in a bucket covered with banana leaves.

    Jamil carried a bucket of grilled mud bands with great care. Sure as a surprise to her son with Melian's friends. For Melian's sake, Jamil always strives to give his best.

    "Din .., din ..." the sound of a motorcycle horn.

    "Horeee .... Sir-e home ...!" shouted Melian who immediately followed to the front of the house.

    "Horee ..., Pak-e can be grilled with mud ..." Jamil said.

    "Ashiik ..." of course Melian was very happy.

    "Come, friends are invited to eat .... Mak-e has cooked rice hasn't ...?" said Jamil again who would immediately invite food.

    "Already, Kang .... Everything is mature .... Where I helped mengopesi bandeng grilled mud ..." suddenly Juminem already appeared in front of the house.

    "Bareng-bareng equals children .... His friends Melian, let's know what a mud-burning bandage looks like ..." Jamil said.

    "O yes .., yes ..." continued Juminem, who brought in a bucket containing the mud-burning bandages.

    "Cik Indra is still in the factory, sir .." Melian told his father.

    "Well, how can I ...?" ask Jamil.

    "Yes, I didn't go for a walk .... New approach the same Mas Irul .... Hehehe ..." said Melian.

    "Yes already Pak-e to the factory first, tell Mas Irul the same Ms Indra, let's eat together in sisni ..." said Jamil who immediately set the motorbike, bablas headed to the factory.

    In the factory, the front gate was closed. The door goes through the employees. Jamil stops the motor, then ******* fence with padlock attached.

    "Mas Irul ...!! My name is Irul ...!!" Jamil called Irul.

    Employee door open. Irul came out with Ms. Indra.

    "Yes, sir .." replied Irul who headed to the gate, while Ms. Indra was silent in front of the shop.

    "Cik Indra was invited to the house, eating with mud-baked milkfish .... Pity his sisters on waiting, already on hunger ..." said Jamil with a smile, of course know they both were busy chatting. Definitely approach.

    "Please, Mr. ..." said Irul who immediately rushed. Must have directly issued the company's inventory motor, to piggyback Cik Indra to his employer's house, lunch together. Not far. Just a few minutes.

    And when the two people who had the motorbike arrived at Jamil's house, in Naga Village, were immediately greeted by his boarding brothers.

    "Horeeee .... Arhiv ..., asyiik .... Ehm .., um ...." Melian, Ivon and Vanda immediately cheered Cik Indra who had the same piggy bank as Mas Irul.

    "What are you doing ...?!" Ms. Indra blushed in shame.

    "Have ..., already ..., already .... Now the important thing is that we enjoy the special menu .... Slush grilled bandeng .... This is nothing to sell ..." said Jamil who immediately invited to eat together.

    "Bandeng grilled mud ...? How weird ...?" ask Ms. Indra who actually tried to divert the temptation of her boarding brothers.

    "Yes .... Because there are only germs in the pond, which are burned in place, can not be made elsewhere outside the pond, because it must use mud from inside the pond. I see Ms. ..." explained Mr. Jamil.

    "This, you know .... It is like this .... This is the pond mud used to wrap milkfish ..., then burned to maturity." added Juminem who while showing his banding.

    "Where is the milkfish?" melian's friends asked curiously.

    "Yes in this land .... Yuk, we open together, want to know what it looks like ..." said Juminemyang immediately prepared the dishes for his banding place.

    Then they shriveled the mud-burning bandages, and tried to peel one by one.

    "Slow peeling .... Let the meat not stand ..." said Juminem.

    And finally, some can open easily, but there are also difficult, so that the meat of the milkhead is released. So two plates. The mud-burning banding is ready to be eaten.

    "Let's eat ..." said Jamil who had taken rice and a bandeng. Then take the tersasi sambal and lalapan. Without a spoon, use your hands. The Juwana people call it the word grandiose. It feels more delicious.

    Others immediately follow, enjoying traditional foods that are not easy to find.

    "Hmmm .., enaakk ..." said Melian who really likes the mud-burning banding.

    "Eh, yes .... Savory and delicious .... It's really good ...." Ivon also commented.

    "Yes .., yes .... There is a sense of sensationalism .... Strange, but delicious ..." timpal Vanda.

    "Where, Miss Indra ...? Let's eat .... How even look at the same view Mas Irul continued .... Ask to be bribed, yes ...? Hehe ..." by Melian.

    Of course Ms. Indra blushed. Finally he took the rice and the mud-burning banding, which was special to treat Melian's friends. Ms. Indra imitated the style of Mr. Jamil, eating without a spoon, directly using his hands.

    "Hemmm .., yes, it's really good .... I like!" said Cik Indra who changed drastically, eating it immediately speeded up. There is no more shame, gini turns to be timid.