When MooKu was younger....
Grandma always made alot of kueh so she can use them to pray to the gods.
I remember her pouring hot water into the flour... kneading it... her knuckles making prints in the dough. Eventually she made that dough into a cone-shaped mountain placed onto a plate.
Then we'd gather... siblings, cousins, aunts and mom. We'd sit in a circle in the huge kitchen (it was HUGE!) in the old house and make rice kueh, gu chai kueh, yam kueh etc. While the rest were making normal kuehs, I'd be helping them roll the dough into smaller balls and making my own funny-shaped versions of kueh with holes here and there.

Then I'd help my Grandma print the red dots onto the cooked kueh.
