Potong Ice Cream, or ‘Aiskrim Potong’, is a traditional local snack. ‘Potong’ means ‘cut’ in Malay, so they are literally blocks of cut ice cream. They usually come in flavours such as red bean, sweet corn, durian, yam and cendol, with a creamy texture from coconut milk.
Potong Ice Cream is one of my parents’ more popular childhood snacks, but my generation love them too. My cousins and I used to have them when we wanted inexpensive, yummy ice cream.
Not everywhere sells these anymore, so it’s always a joy to have find them and slurp on some sweet, icy nostalgia.
I got a fever recently. Bubbled throughout the day and finally hit the jackpot at night. This is more weird than it is annoying, because I’ve not gotten one in a while. That’s good, I know – I’m not complaining. It just strangely reminded me of when I was much younger. A twisted bit of nostalgia, if you may.
You see, I tended to be on the sickly side as a child. My grandfather used to worry and made countless trips to the clinic. My parents always had the right prescriptions in the fridge. My grandmother took a more traditional approach; she would boil an egg, stick a coin into it, wrap it in a handkerchief and rub it over my forehead, stomach and back. Apparently, it gets rid of ‘heatiness’. Some people say that after the treatment, the yolk or the coin would change in colour to show that certain toxins have been removed, although I cannot say that I’ve ever seen that. I just enjoyed the comfort. I’d get better as well but I could never tell which did the trick.
What I am sure of are these: I’m not a fan of medicines, hospitals are scary (oh yes, I’ve been hospitalised once), skipping school or anything else is not an option (for me, at least), and prolonged self-pity doesn’t do anything to help.
Eventually, feverish spells would only warrant a ‘there it goes again’ from me. Many occasions still remain unaccounted for because I didn’t fancy a paracetemol. I had a different kind of remedy growing up, which was how I chose to cure myself last night.
I had a lovely warm bath, wrapped myself up in a thin blanket to keep my shivers to a minimum without becoming too warm, kept my forehead cool with a wet towel (as you do), and watched ‘Friends’. I have many memories watching ‘Friends’ in a queasy state. I don’t know how – it could be the sporadic laughter it induces – but I always felt much better the following day. Last night was probably also aided by the fact that I had the longest sleep I’ve had in ages.
Original image found here.
In any case, it doesn’t happen as often anymore. Not only do I feel much better now, I’m thinking of rewatching ‘Friends’ again. Funny way of getting back into a childhood fad.