more so than the butter-roasted coffee beans, it's the pandan i want to smuggle. my mother was cooking bek guay and said to me, qu wai mian cai yi dian pandang hio lai, and i went into the back garden and found a forest of the stuff grinning back at me. i miss pandan leaves. i would fragrance my room with them and cook with them if i could smuggle a root back to grow in my kitchen.