There’s something incredibly comforting about the aroma of nasi kuning wafting through the house, instantly taking me back to my childhood. Growing up, my mother always made nasi kuning from scratch, a tradition deeply rooted in our family. It wasn’t just any dish but the centerpiece of every birthday celebration. When the sun rose on someone’s special day, you could almost bet the rice cooker was already bubbling away, the golden-hued rice slowly steaming, filling our home with a warm, fragrant scent that felt like a big, golden hug. In our house, nasi kuning wasn’t merely food—it was love served …
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