Oh how badly did I want this to work!
I mean, it’s my favourite Asian dessert ingredient – black sesame – in my favourite childhood breakfast dish – putu mayam (also called putu mayang, idiyappam, or string hoppers). On paper, it seemed like combination destined for greatness.
Alas, fate isn’t always so kind. While the grey strings of putu mayam sure look as cool and edgy as Marilyn Manson in his prime, its flavour fell short of my expectations. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t bad per se. The strings of the putu mayam turned out real nice and tender, and the nuttiness of the toasted black sesame came through nicely, even if there was a hint of bitterness to it. But it just wasn’t as table-banging-ly good as a few of my previous experiments.
To be honest though, I think that for most of us putu-mayam-adorers, our love for the dish isn’t so much tied to the string hoppers themselves, but rather to the delectable condiments of freshly grated coconut and dark, molasses-y brown palm sugar that comes with it. So maybe the flavour of black sesame clashes with the already solid combination of coconut and sugar. Or maybe the original, base taste of plain putu mayam is so tied to my childhood memories that I can’t accept anything but. Or maybe, just maybe, my expectations for this frankensteinian experiment were just too unreasonable high (also what my friends tell me about my dating life).
So if I were to be truly objective, would I have black-sesame-flavoured putu mayam over the tried-and-true, plain putu mayam of old? Meh, I don’t know. And would I really rather make my own putu mayams instead of buying it from the Indian uncle in USJ2, whom I’ve been buying them from since 20 years ago? Probably not.
Then again, there is a chance that I might revisit this recipe months or years later and be absolutely smitten by it. After all, food and flavour are fluid af. (Wow, what a phrase. And that quad-alliteration. Maybe I should make that my tagline. )
All in all though, this was an interesting experiment, and despite all that’s been said, I still had a satisfactory nostalgic breakfast from the resulting putu mayams.