Sunday, September 21, 2008

Kanji Kampong Kepayang






Masjid Al Khairiah, Kampong Kepayang Fair Park, where the kanji Kepayang is prepared


Just got back from Ipoh this afternoon after visiting my parents. I try to go back once a month to look after Apak and Emak’s necessities. But the mid-Ramadhan visit is an annual affair – almost a must for me.

I would not miss it for a couple of reasons.

First, it is simply to be with Apak and Emak for berbuka puasa.

According to one hadith, the iftar (berbuaka puasa) is one of two joyous occasions for Muslims who fast. It’s true. When we were small, I remember how happy my siblings and I would be when iftar was approaching.

We would be popping in and out of the kitchen spying on what food Emak was preparing for iftar. And the last ten minutes before iftar was a right riot around the dinner table. Well, almost. What with the sound of groaning (someone suffering from hunger), whooping of joy (over-excited at the sight of glorious spread on the table) and the noise of plates and spoons clanging and banging. It was just wonderful.

Apak and Emak must have enjoyed those moments too. But now that all their children are grownup and staying in faraway KL, I am sure that they will miss the fun and joys from such occassions. And if I dare say it, there could be a sense of loneliness, too.

So I say to myself: Emak and Apak have both given me so much in life. Therefore, hitting the highway once a year to have iftar with them, in order to make them happy and brighten up their Ramadhan a little, is such a small sacrifice to make. After all, what is it compared to all the sacrifices that they have done for me?

Now, the other reason is “kanji Kampong Kepayang”.

For as long as I can remember, Kampong Kepayang folks have been preparing the kanji (or bubur lambuk as it is commonly called elsewhere) for free distribution to Muslims in the neighbourhood. When I was small, during Ramadhan, I would join the other kids to queue up (surround the poor cook, actually) with a “sia tingkat” in hand to get our share of kanji.

Kanji Kampong Kepayang is very tasty. Its taste and texture is almost similar to the famous bubur lambuk Kampung Baru, in KL. So it would not be uncommon to see people from outside the Kampong also making a beeline for the mosque where the kanji is cooked daily during Ramadhan. This includes people from Meru, Sg Senam, Ipoh Garden, Canning Garden, Tasek and Greentown.

Apak told me that when he first came to Kampong Kepayang at the age of 12, kanji Ramadhan was already a tradition in the Kampong. That was in 1948. At that time, the chief cook was my Nyang Lias. He was followed by Hj Isa. The current cook is an old friend of mine, Ani, Hj Isa’s son-in-law. The cook has changed, but the porridge remains the same – delicious.

The kanji is prepared using donations from individuals, families and even some corporate entities, all eager to reap some rewards from the bountiful ‘pahala’ which Allah promises during this month of barakah.

Unlike in many other places, kanji Kepayang is cooked in a big kuali. Everyday two kuali-full of kanji is prepared using 30kg of rice. According to Ani’s helper, on some days that is still not enough as many would have to return home empty handed.

If that is not a testimony to kanji Kepayang’s greatness, then I don’t know what is.

So, next time, when you can’t get your bubur lambuk Kampung Baru, make a detour and head north to Kampong Kepayang Fair Park in Ipoh. You won't regret it.






10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Azizi,

nak tambah sikit...tradisi masak kanji di kg kepayang sebelum ada "penswastaan" adalah secara penggiliran. Dua tiga keluarga berpakat memasak kanji secara gotong royong, yang best nya masing masing ada resepi masing masing ada yang tercair ada yang terpekat ada yang terlebih garam ada yang terlebih minyak sapi etc. etc..bila jenerasi lama semakin kurang..semangat gotong royong itu makin pupus.

D Tk

Azizi Ahmad Termizi: said...

D Tk

Terima kasih untuk maklumat tambahan tersebut. Tapi memang betul generasi lama dah makin kurang. Yang muda-muda sekarang sibuk dengan tugasan masing2. Tapi nasib baiklah masih ada yang ringan tulang dan sanggup membantu. Mike tak balik makan kanji ke?

Anonymous said...

Dan kenapa agaknya di Kepayang ia dipanggil kanji sedangkan di kebanyakan tempat lain bubur. Ini mungkin soal bahasa sahaja. Apapun ada yang kata kanji Kepayang ini sama saja sedapnya dengan bubur lambok Kampong Baru yang terkenal itu, if not better.

azman

Anonymous said...

Memang favourite Apak. Hari-hari berbuka dengan kanji!

Anonymous said...

Di Rawang..hari2 boleh dapat kanji Kg Baru...di beri (bawa khas dari Kg Baru)oleh ADUN Templer. Tapi tak sesedap kanji Kg Kepayang! emmm rasanya...baunya emmm. Tapi..shhhhh JANGAN bagi tau orang lain. Nanti kiter balik dari masjid bawak 'sia' kosong... :-)

Anonymous said...

seronokkan dapat berbuka di kg bersama kedua ibubapa.Macammana pula perasaan orang yang tak pernah diberi peluang untuk berkongsi kegembiraan tersebut bersama ibubapanya ye....bagaimana pula perasaan ibubapa yang sentiasa merindui suasana sedemikian ye....Pasti sayu dan sedih.Kadang-kadang kita terlupa tentang perasaan orang lain.Sebelum kita berangan-angan agar kita dihormati oleh anak-anak kita kelak maka perlulah terlebih dahulu menghormati orang lain. fikirlah apa akan kita rasa apabila kita berada dalam situasi sedemikian....

keluarga-amri said...

minta izin linkkan blogmu ke blog keluargaku.

Mamat Amri said...

Salam...

Aku anak jati kepayang nak komen sikit...

Bagus blok ini... teruskan usaha anda...

Anonymous said...

Salam...

Kanji kepayang special lagi....sebab tiap-tiap hari org lain yg masak... jadi rasanya pun berubah2 setiap hari... sedap sgt..

(teringat masa kecik duk tunggu berjam-jam kat kubur nak ambik kanji)

insan marhaen said...

Minta izin link ke FB Kepayang...