But things are not without changes. In yester-years, food will served by penanggah, youngsters who worked voluntarily to serve the guests on the wedding day. There would be a few pretty girls in-charged of giving out the bunga telur, which were hard-boiled egg, while guests enjoyed their food. Now, it's buffet style. Rather impersonal to me. Guests come and help themselves to the food and leave. And the bunga telur is now either a piece of cake, sweets or apples, still given out by a few pretty girls who are at times over-dressed for the occasion.
Previously, kampung weddings were never without joget lambak and live band. On the eve of the wedding, youngsters would dance to all kinds of music played by the band boys. Now, it's karakoke fever. Everyone sings not because they are good but because they think they are good.
There are more weddings to be attended before the holidays end. Yet, I'm already tired of the nasi minyak and the repeated dishes at the receptions. Nevertheless, the thought of meeting relatives, especially those not met for a long time, makes the food secondary to me. One can never tell if this could be the last opportunity the meet them. Life is so short after all.