What: A tiny tempura resto in Tanjong Pagar that only has TWO items (Special – aka meat – TENDON or Vegetable TENDON) on the menu and a snaking line out the door.
Pros: It’s reasonable, tasty and the portions are huge (very yummy chawanmushi starter comes with the set).
Cons: Chicken tempura is like weird in theory AND in reality and it’s a big part of the Special Tendon option. Also beware you will smell like someone doused you in frying oil for the rest of the day and night.
Verdict: I would go back for the Vegetable TENDON option on a day that I can reach Tanjong Pagar at 11:30am.
This is going to be last blog post for maybe a little while, maybe a lot while, or maybe forever.
I have loved writing this blog and I have loved sharing my life and loves with my readers but it’s now time for me to retreat back into my shell.
I recently realized I was increasingly feeling like this blog was a burden rather than a boon and that planning, photographing and writing these posts felt like it was taking me out of my life, rather than enhancing it. I also felt like I didn’t want to share so much of myself anymore. Weird coming from me, the most extroverted person I know – minus one very boisterous friend I shall not name. And finally if I’m going to do something I want to do it right and I’m not doing this blog right. Snatching moments to write posts, coming up with ideas on the fly – that’s just not giving it my all and I know it.
SO it is time to say farewell!
But before I go here are some pictures and a recipe of the food served at a dinner party I held at home with the most charming couple in the world – Gwen and Dimitri. This was supposed to be posted under my cooking with friends series and the party was so much fun that I realized I didn’t want to be taking pictures of the dinner. I just wanted to spend time with the people there.
Gwen is my colleague and friend and Dimitri is her lovely husband. For your reference Gwen is American and Dimitri is French (so you can imagine the accents, in your head). A little bit about this charming couple’s charming story – don’t worry I won’t give it all away – they met in a random Southeast Asian country where they were both on holiday. There was some picture-taking, some well-timed rain, some huddling under the umbrella which obviously led to true love.
Listening to the story is one thing but getting to know them has been another. Let’s just say I have a people crush on them and how kind, sharp and charming that these two are – apart and together.
When I put out the call for people to cook with Gwen (a) volunteered to cook, (b) came up with the dish she was going to cook and (c) brought her nice camera along to take pictures of the food for my blog. FYI, this is how to be a good friend.
Gwen and Dimitri decided to make zuccanoes, which is this stuffed zucchini crazy-delicious-ness that is one of her favorite recipes from a while ago.
I decided to make dark chocolate mousse with a gingersnap base for dessert because DAYAMN. Wouldn’t you too?
What: Modern Asian CBD resto with fairly expensive food (mains start at SGD12 bucks) that is actually worth it. Also they have a lunch special – if you add SGD3 you get a drink and salad.
Pros: The restaurant is beautiful – my lunch mate and I were surprised and concluded it would make a lovely intimate wedding venue. It’s filled with light, it’s clean and crisp and I’m even into their unexpected marbled tables. The rice bowls (she had Butter Poached Cod (SGD18) and I had Braised Pork Belly (SGD16)) were delicious and fresh and the hefty meat serving made me happy.
Cons: Their Liu Shia Custard Donuts AKA salted egg yolk donuts (SGD7 for three), though beautiful, were fairly ordinary and a bit too sweet. Skip them!
Verdict: I think it’s a good place for an overdue Friday lunch catch-up or a lunch meeting with clients.
Details: May May
65 Tras Street
+65 6221 4698
I’ve been meaning to share these wonderful pictures of my birthday spread taken by flatmate and friend, Melissa.
But life got in the way and then procrastination got in the way and then my mood got in the way and yet these pretty pictures remained in my mind and in my blog storage.
The desire to host a wine and cheese night for my birthday came from Pinterest. Specifically here and here. I found that I ultimately had too much cheese (problem) and too much wine (not a problem) but it was a success. A tiring one.
I’m going to, I think, pare down my entertaining to smaller groups and maybe even the number of people I hang out with, at any given point.
Which is going to be tough because, well… I have always been the kind of person who has multiple groups of friends. You can call it being a social butterfly, but I think I evolved into this creature as a result of social survival. Moving around and meant having to say goodbye and hello and having to fit in. Whenever I settle in a place I start making friends like it’s my job and I don’t ever really stop.
I think it might be my form of insurance, like well, if my group of Masters desi friends decide to move on to greener pastures at least I’ll have my group of permanent NRI desis to hang out with or my newly scavenged Singaporean friends (FYI you guys need to learn how to make friends with randoms better).
But I’ve been wondering, is having more friends better than having a few? Even if it means keenly feeling their loss when and if they do leave? Making time for all these people I admire and enjoy spending time with is great but it takes away from “me” time and just general processing time. As much as I consider myself to be an extrovert, social burnout might be a possible problem.
And then there’s the other harder reality to face – I feel close to most of my friends and yet can they fill the void that a family/significant other are supposed to fill? According to social convention anyway.
I shall ponder this and excessive cheese this weekend. Have a good one folks!
Recently I’ve been thinking about the food I make, for myself and others.
When it comes to my everyday food, it’s all imported spinach and beets and peppers and lemons. When I go to parties I make these blondies with, again, imported chocolate chips and people love them.
Then when I’m at work or even at home with my family in Malaysia- no one can relate to the food I cook. I come across as the brat who eats weird, expensive shit. And my baking – well let’s just say they find it heavy and not suited to their palate.
So I started thinking – maybe I’m the one who’s out of touch and maybe I could try cooking with some ingredients that can be sourced locally. I might even save some money.
Banana cake is made everywhere but the recipes on the internet all called for butter. I started to think – for the Asian palate and for this Asian weather. Vegetable oil might be the better decision.
Guess what? It was amazing and exactly like what I remember eating as a kid. Except better. The batter comes together in 10 minutes and the baking time is 45-55 minutes. Definitely make it with those extra mouldy bananas you’ve got lying around :p
2 cups flour
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 – 1 tsp cinnamon
1/2 cup oil
3/4 cup castor/ fine granulated white sugar
1 tsp vanilla
1/4 cup milk
4 medium sized bananas, mashed
Preheat the oven to 175C/350F.
Butter a loaf pan, then line it with parchment/ wax paper, butter it again.
In a bowl, whisk the flour, baking powder, salt and cinnamon together. This is my lazy version of sifting.
In a separate bowl, cream the oil and sugar. Add the eggs and beat together. Add the milk and vanilla and stir -then finally add the mashed bananas.
Slowly add the flour mixture to the wet mixture (honestly – there’s no better way to say this) and mix till well combined.
Pour into the prepared cake tin and bake for 45-55 minutes or till a knife comes out clean when inserted in the middle of the batter/tin.
Your Asians relatives/ colleagues are gon be allllll over this.