I am writing this post just to showcase my mum’s cooking. She is the best cook I know. When I get my own home this year, I will be the 2nd best cook, right behind her. 🙂
Category: Food
Hezhen 6.8 inch Nakiri knife
You know how sometimes you buy something–such as a new knife–and you whip it out thinking that it’s sharp but you never really know how sharp it is until you do a paper test and it just goes __shhhrrrrrkkkkk__ with the paper just giving up and submitting to the will of the knife and you… Continue reading Hezhen 6.8 inch Nakiri knife
Nassim Hill Bakery Bistro Bar
Every so often, commoners like me and The Girlfriend dream of dining at a posh place. We imagined an upscale restaurant with fancy ivory chairs, mood lighting from fireflies encased in steel lanterns, crackly jazz music from the 60s played over a hand-cranked gramophone, and people dressed in tees and jeans–Singaporeans are realistic, okay? And… Continue reading Nassim Hill Bakery Bistro Bar
BlooiE’s Roadhouse
Located at The Rail Mall, BlooiE’s Roadhouse is a bar and a restaurant serving food of the grilled and fried variety. The Girlfriend and I patronised its premises some time ago. We sat outside and downed beverages that would make people spill state secrets if they drank one too many. I had remembered the place… Continue reading BlooiE’s Roadhouse
Little Farms Cafe, Wage Caps, And Adverse Weather
The start to 2021 has seen chilly weather all around Singapore. While many don jackets outdoors and even indoors, I stay sheathed in my grey top, black shorts, and slippers when out and about. These are sufficient to keep me warm. In fact, I am inclined to believe that my body houses an organ that… Continue reading Little Farms Cafe, Wage Caps, And Adverse Weather
Wakuwaku Yakiniku, A Story Of Beef, And Empty Streets
For some time now, The Girlfriend had tried to get me to consume beef. As long as I can remember, I abstained from it due to religion. I was a Buddhist for much of my teenage years and we do not do beef. My mum also encoded a set of instructions into me, such as:… Continue reading Wakuwaku Yakiniku, A Story Of Beef, And Empty Streets