mBok Berek’s fried chicken

Back in the early sixties, about the time when I was first married, it was a regular treat for my husband and me to drive fifteen kilometres or so out of Yogyakarta along the Solo road to the neighbourhood of the great Hindu-Javanese temple complexes that rise out of the plain between Merapi volcano and the sea: Kalasan, Candi Sewu, and Prambanan itself, where now they dance the story of the Ramayana in the cool nights of June and July. Very close to one of the smaller temples, Candi Sari,