These are a distant memory from my Malaysian childhood. I haven't made these since I was a teenager rolling them into a ball and cooking them with my mum. Now that I've flown the nest, I have to fend for myself. Lucky I got the texture of the dough right without mum. While I thought they were ace (how can anything pandan-flavoured and exploding with brown syrupy gula melaka be bad?), mum and dad were the real judges. To my relief, I got a thumbs up and "ho sek / 好吃!" from them.