JackTales

We arrived at the Inglewood Country Club, driving over the largest speed bumps known to mankind. I think I got dizzy from oxygen depravation on top of one of them. My wife and I came in the back door.

Paid my DACC dues (they were very disappointed to find out I wasn’t going to be a small business member anymore, since the Brood met Kaas online store is a total bust. Why beat a dead horse?), and the fee for the Rijsttafel. Because we arrived right ON time for the food to be served, we didn’t get to schmooze as much as we might. Okay, for the menu:

Nasi Goreng (with, I think, coconut)
Caesar Salad
Other salad (maybe Urap)
Watermelon, pineapple, melon slices and grapes
Long green beans in kecap
Daging Smoor
Marinated chicken
Loempia
Perkedel
Satay already in a peanut sauce
Peanut sauce
Pesong Goreng
Coconut shreds
Sambal
Kecap

I’m sure there were Indonesian names for everything, I’m just blanking at the moment. No Bami Goreng. There was a cash bar there (my wife had a bourbon and soda, gin and tonic for me). Of course coffee and water too.

My wife couldn’t eat any of the satay as she is allergic to peanuts. Because of this, I was disappointed they already had the satay in the sauce. I don’t have a tongue made of stone, so no sambal for me, thank you very much.

Round tables, so you met folks you might normally not sit with. We picked a table, and ended up sitting with folks we had sat with in previous years. Go figure. COuple of couples of Indos sitting on the other side of the room, and I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself, but at least I wasn’t the token Indo there.

Two person folk band. Pretty good, I think I have them listed in my Business Directory over at broodmetkaas.com.

Interesting discussion as to why they don’t have Rijsttafel in Indonesia (native). I thought a couple of things. They do have large celebrations, but native, full-blood Indonesians wouldn’t name them Rijsttafel. Rice is the basic staple. That’d be like Americans having White Bread Feasts. Rijsttafel is special because it’s a Dutch celebration of Indonesian food. Or…I could be wrong.

I ate so much, I don’t think I’m allowed to eat anything for the next three days. Oh, and notice how I mixed English, Dutch, Indonesian, and Yiddish? There’s a talent you don’t often see. For my next trick…