Wingko Babat

drawing, recipe
Bright, bold colors - the illustrations of Jessie Hartland in her illustrated Julia Child biography inspired me.

Bright, bold colors – the illustrations of Jessie Hartland in her illustrated Julia Child biography inspired me.

Last week, I rediscovered a dessert.


We were attending a party at my aunt’s, celebrating my nephew’s 13th birthday party. We were about to leave when my aunt told me that I should wait for the second dessert, which was being baked in the oven. It is wingko babat. Years ago, I have tasted wingko babat. I remembered the taste quite well although I haven’t eaten it for at least 10 years (it is amazing how our memory of tastes is very sharp, isn’t it?). I was not fond of it, in my memory it was dry and rubbery, and this was also the reason that I didn’t made an effort to find it.

We waited, and finally the wingko babat was ready. Without waiting until it completely cooled down, my aunt cut it into small pieces and served it. I had  low expectations … but this wingko babat was actually really nice. It was soft and chewy, and the coconut mixture just melt in your mouth. And it was also not overly sweet. Lrrr could not have enough of it. As you can see here, it was so soft that you cannot make neat pieces. Just before somebody grabbed the last piece, I took its picture with my iPhone.

Warm wingko babat. It was still soft when my aunt cut it.

Warm wingko babat. It was still soft when my aunt cut it.


What is this wingko babat, anyway? It is basically a mixture of grated coconut, eggs, and glutinous rice flour, baked or roasted on charcoal. It can be found in parts of Central and East Java, and the most popular one, the one that was dry and rubbery,  comes from Semarang. The aroma of the baked coconut dominates the taste, and the glutinous rice flour should stick the coconut together.


Some guests went to my aunt and ask for the recipe, me included. She wrote it down in a little piece of paper, in a mixed Indonesian-Dutch language. And in case you are guessing, she did not learn it from her great-great-great grandmother. She got it from an Indonesian lady who owns an Asian shop nearby.

Resep Wingko Babat Handwritten

I have not made any plans to make this wingko babat soon. However, keeping a little piece of paper is risky. I don’t want to lose the recipe, and a personal blog is also a place where you could keep your personal things. So, here it is.


Wingko Babat, a coconut based soft cake


2 cups glutinous rice flour

2 cups grated, desiccated coconut. Fresh grated coconut can be used, but the desiccated one gives a richer taste.

around 16 g of vanilla sugar (I guess this can easily be substituted with around 15 g of sugar and a few drops of vanilla extract)

1 large or 2 small eggs (+1 egg white)

1 tsp salt

1.5 cups water

1 egg yolk, whisked, to use as a wash


Heat the oven at 150 oC. Line a rectangular form with parchment paper. Do not put any grease on the paper or form. Mix all ingredients. Pour the dough into the form. The thickness of the dough should be around 2 cm. Bake at 150 oC for 30 – 40 minutes. Brush the egg yolk on the surface. Put the cake back into the oven. Again, bake the wingko babat at 150 oC for 30 – 40 minutes, until the top is golden brown. Remove from the oven, let to cool a bit, cut to small pieces of around 3 x 5 cm, and if possible, serve warm.


A dream comes true. Too bad it was a nightmare.

drawing, job

As a non-native speaker, I sometimes wonder how the Englishmen came out with the idioms. I am not familiar with all of them, since what I wrote were usually technical papers and the language in such papers are very straightforward, nearly boring. My instructor in English scientific writing class mentioned that the style in scientific papers used to be more elegant, but since nowadays the scientific papers are also read by people coming from places where English are rarely used, the language should be simplified. Hence, the boring style.

(How I miss writing the boring technical papers!)

My boss has decided that I am not suitable for the job I am doing and my temporary contract will not be prolonged. The idiom of today is therefore: being laid-off. I was aware of this (that I am not suited for this job), plus I felt terrible at my job, so this was not something that came out of the blue (hey, another idiom!). But it still sucked to hear his criticism over my work. On the other hand, I did not get the job I applied for since there was someone else with a better background knowledge. Probably he/she has studied organic chemistry. These two less-than-nice news came at two consecutive days. It was heavy. Luckily I was already planning to go to a music festival, so at the festival I was dancing and jumping and screaming and crying.

Good news: I am free from the job I don’t like.

Bad news: I will be unemployed. My pride is hurt.

(I am very, very, VERY lucky that at the moment money is not really a problem. Lrrr* works and I can live with less.)

I have enough plans to occupy myself if I am unemployed between jobs next month, while looking for another job. Like making pictures. If you like to make water color/oil paint pictures then you must have noticed how much time it takes to make even a small painting.

Upon painting and uploading, I have made some decisions:

– I am not going to scan picture. I will photograph them with my iPhone.

– I will also upload my pictures to instagram, using the same name as this blog.

– I will use Photoscape to lightly retouch the pictures.

Enough important decisions for the time being. Weeks ago we went to the annual barbecue of our dear friend Eddy, who lives in a large farm. He plants Christmas trees, prunes, sunflowers, among others. I took many pictures with my iPhone with the thought to draw pictures from them.

Here is one:



I uploaded this to instagram, and I received two likes. Impressive, huh? I am now busy with another painting, a painting about the city I am living now. It is a landscape picture, and it is much more difficult than a detailed picture.

I will leave now and search the jobs-websites. See you next time soon!

*Lrrr is how I call my husband, since he has a new jogging pants with “L” and “R” printed on the left and right legs, and because we both love Futurama. And as he is Lrrr, my other name is now Ndnd.

Recipe, illustrated: Kofta-style meatballs.

drawing, recipe

Finally, I am into drawing again! When the work inhales your energy then you really need to be aware not to let yourself get drowned. So last weekend, after a day when the universe seemed to cooperate to stop me of doing an interview – I hope for a good reason – we invited some friends and I served them my delicious meatballs. It is basically a combination of a kofta and a typical western meatballs, the ones my husband always makes. As somebody asked for the recipe, I decided to make an illustrated version of it.


kofta-style meatballs