NOT a food blog
“What’s your idea of a perfect weekend?” Toygirl recently asked me. “What do you mean by perfect?” I asked her. “Do you mean something achievable, or do you mean my dream weekend?” As this juncture, the idea of sitting by the beach with a book and a cocktail and a tanned masseur kneading […]
I’m fraught with guilt at the thought of blogging about food at a time like this. Freedom of expression has taken a completely new meaning in our country. My friend, Joan, quoted this passage in her article in The Malaysian Insider, and I’ve taken the liberty to reproduce the passage here: “Hell is a world […]
The silkiest smoothest rice noodles covered in thick prawn paste sauce, heady and pungent, with a hint of sweetness and drizzled in a cloud of sesame seeds. My ultimate die die must eat meal. If only it weren’t so far away.
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.