After I had left my mom chatting with Jean Fleming, I left for a run along the docks. At about 4 pm, I was helping my mom at the stall serve customers. Her stall wasn’t that large, in fact, it was make shift one. It occupied a small space just immediately outside the fish factory. Other stalls lined up along the factory’s entrance. Since it was on a Saturday, my mum had quite the number of customers. She had to juggle between serving the customers and cooking before I came over. Her most selling delicacy and also the most popular dish around was fried tuna meat balls with spiced rice. The dish made her stall the most frequented one in the area, she was particularly talented in that field. Once, some stall owners tried to copy her recipe but they ended up in utter failure. It was so horribl
