That one word is enough to sum up the need to dig in into the familiar food that I miss when I travel. Malaysian are known for loving food up to the point of being ridiculous as we can enjoy whatever food which we consider as our ultimate delicacy anywhere from a Michelin's endorsed fine dining restaurant to a small stall under a tree. We are known to look for our favourite food in the wee hour of the morning up until late at night and sometimes at both time we would eat the same dish but at different place.
As much as we love to try new dish in far-off place which we have never tasted before such as that ox-tail soup in central Java or ox innards in southern China or that whole lamb including it's head in the middle east (all these I have tasted and love), I would give an arm and a leg to enjoy all these dishes with my favourite drink, something I never found to be made properly wherever in the world, even in the place of it's origin, a nice tall glass of 'teh tarik' or a glass of tea with milk which are put through a rigorious procedure which make it foaming at the top. It never taste the same except in Malaysia.
I tried it in London, Perth, Indonesia and a few other places but it was never the same as my neighbourhood's mamak. So, that was why I was there yesterday morning drinking the same concoction as if I was away far too long and not just in a neighbouring country with nearly the same food on offer. Go figure!