Growing up in a predominantly Chinese town, I never had the chance to taste putu mayam, a South Indian snack made of rice flour and eaten with grated coconut and palm sugar. We had a bread van that came tutting during the evening, offering bread buns stuffed with red beans, butter cream and such. And the ice-cream man ringing his bell offering sweet sorbet. But no putu mayam.
Before we went to the park, the kids counted out the money to buy their snack. It is only 50sen a piece. We readied plates and a bowl for the coconut and sugar, so there is no need to waste the paper Mr Putu Mayam usually wraps his wares in for his customers.
The kids love it! Now whenever she hears the tut tut of the putu mayam man on his motorcycle, Lauren screams "putu mayam!" at the top of her lungs and runs to the door. I let them have it once a week. Me, I could have it everyday.