Nyak Lah Crab Noodles

Good night Friends of Stemians all. May this evening become more beautiful and meaningful to all of us. I want to share a little story tonight, about the culinary of Aceh that has been worldwide: Aceh noodles. Hopefully entertaining.

Tonight the rain began to rain down the earth that the last few days were so hot. The weather seemed to remind us of the desert, desert country. So hot unfriendly. This night God sends rain as a heat damper.

The sun began to fade since the evening. Weather is already an extream since at 4 pm. Intermittently the west wind came sweeping the dust. A few moments later the sun heats up again. Usually this is indeed a sign of natural weather is changing from hot to rain. On the contrary. Maybe it will rain soon.

Before the evening prayer echoed rain grains began to settle on earth. The stinging smell of the sun all day was so strong. The surface of smoky soil welcomes the rain, just like the smoke from a collection of charcoal burned with water.

After the rain rain more regularly touch the ground. The intensity increases from slow to moderate. Azan isya sounded more frozen in the cold night. Unmarked rain increasingly lontai touch.

After the heavy rain prayers began to dense. The sound of crickets began to vanish in the hiss of rain. On the street no one passing by, the night as it is very late even though the actual clock is still pointing at the number nine.

Rain, night and lazy fused to take a foot for nowhere. But what power, when the atmosphere like this is usually hungry is coming faster. Memory begins to think of all kinds, mostly food.

Fried bananas, somays, meatballs gatok, noodles and other sauce began to tease the memory. Just as he was daydreaming about food, Abrar knocked on the door amid the heavy rain, "open the door mom!" Abrar half shouted.

Mother still comfortable in the prayer of wirid in musala. Mother often extend her prayers with many wonderful zikr and prayers. We are comfortable with him. I who heard Abrar's call immediately opened the door, "where did this rain come from?" I asked curiously.

"I went home for a salad prayer at meunsah to stop at the coffee shop for a while, sit around while drinking and buy Nyak Lah crab Noodles," Abrar explained.

Nyak Lah is a noodle vendor at a coffee shop just down the road. Its famous noodles are delicious to the next village. Nyak Lah is a buyer's call for her, not because she's young, but that's the way it used to be.

He long enough to sell noodles in the coffee shop. In fact, the sale of coffee there has changed dozens of times, but the noodle seller still Nyak Lah a. He is most appropriate in that position.

The harder the stomach sounds, hunger can no longer dammed. Soon I and Abrar went to the kitchen and ate Nyak Lah crab Noodles.

Before the meal, Abrar said, "We eat one pack together, one more for mom and Alya (the youngest in our family)."
"Siapp !!" I replied briefly.