Deck out in my best sarung, peci and sendal jepit off I go to Pak Lurah’s Lebaran open house, as I gingerly parallel park my angkot I catch the drifting aroma from Pak Lurah residence.
The air is sweet with fresh galangal and lemongrass with smashed up ginger simmering slowly in extra virgin corn oil.
My only hope is ibu ibu won’t get a chance to shamelessly stuffing up their fake Hermes and Gucci bags with all the opor, rendang and kaastenggels nastar cookie before I finally get to reach the prasmanan buffet table.