Ayah is easily fascinated with fish.
When we decided to move from Cheras, Kuala Lumpur, to Chembong, Rembau, he had the fish ponds ready even before the new house was completed!
Those were for raring fresh water fish. There is another pond that he and my younger brother made for Japanese koi.
Once in a while, he would hold a barbecue dinner for the members of Chez Chembong with the fresh water fish from his ponds as the main dish. I remember having barbecued Lampam Jawa.
Then, there is Patin. The Patin tale commenced with this passion for that particular fish which was bequeathed by my late paternal grandpa. It used to be purchased from rearers along Sungai Pahang, near my paternal grandparents' place in Kerayong, Pahang. As my father loves patin much, he decided to become a rearer himself, thus the replacement of Lampam Jawa with Patin in the fish ponds at the backyard.
Early Sunday morning, I heard my father asking my younger brother to bring a pail to the little orchard at the back of our house where the fresh water fish ponds are. When I entered the kitchen, my mother was cleaning familiar-looking fish.
"Isn't that Patin?" I asked.
"Yes" my mother said. Knowing what my next question would be, she added, "they are from your father's ponds."
I quickly went out to find ayah cutting the Patin into parts. They definitely looked like the Patin from Sungai Pahang.
For lunch, we had scrumptious Ikan Patin Masak Tempoyak.