Eid ul-Fitr (Idul Fitri/Lebaran in Indonesian language) always brought so many beautiful childhood memories for me even when I’m not a Moslem. Growing up mainly in two small towns tucked in eastern parts of Indonesia that some never even heard before, Idul Fitri was special day celebrated not only by the Moslem but by everyone in the neighborhoods. It’s a vice versa tradition for Christmas too. I still remember how my mother will be so busy in the kitchen days before the big day arrives. She’ll bake her signature famous pumpkin cake (and some other stuff that I can’t really remember now) and usually I was the delivery girl. Oh, how I love the smell of that pumpkin cake and .....
