NOT a food blog
Friendships should be rated on the Fried Hokkien Mee Index. A love for the thick noodles coated in silky black sauce, glistening with lard, with its smoky heady scent pushes one to the highest Friends-I-Can-Count-On-To-Name-Their-First-Child/Demon-After-Me rank while a response along the lines of “You mean the pale fried noodles served with prawns ah?….Yum yum…I tried […]
When I mentioned my obsession with bacon to my brother who lives in the UK, he sniffed, “We don’t eat bacon for breakfast these days. It’s peasant food.” I’d like to see him tell mum that. She lives in Klang, a place she claims is barren of good bacon. I am literally expected to bring […]
I looked at the block of chocolate which Paprika gave me as a souvenir from London, uncertain how to react. “This is so generous of you, but I don’t bake, Paps,” I said meekly and pushed it back to her. “You take it and bake me something with it lah!” For something so precious, […]
Food, for me, is a means to an end and not an end in itself.
Food, for me, represents the love of family, the fellowship of friends, and the community and communality it brings.