Before I went on and resided at an actual hostel, I believed word for word what Enid Blyton had written about Malory Tower adventures. Yes I sincerely believed that they served scones with cream at tea time, boiled eggs in charming egg cups and treacle puddings and all such delightful stuff that makes you just … Read more
When I think about packaged food in India, my mind automatically conjures up images of cold tetraPaks of mango Frooti (fresh and juicy), packets of crunchy Kurkure (can never have enough of Kurkure, can you?) and rows of instant flour mixes pledging loyalty to India’s long standing tradition of hearty carb-filled breakfasts. The Singaporean supermarkets however … Read more
“Durian fruit – where even the bravest nostril fears to tread.” Exaggeration or not? Well perhaps a little. The original post was supposed to be about 10 weird things I find at the local supermarket at Singapore. I started off with the Durian fruit, but had so much stuff to say about it, that the rest … Read more
To read the first part in this series, click here. 4 years of hawker centre dining in Singapore has brought out the food enthusiast in me. I have mastered the art of eating with chopsticks, grown to tolerate tofu in large amounts and have a new-found fondness for soya milk. But there are days when … Read more
I have never blogged about food before. Well yeah, there that was offhand entry about my salad nightmares with the family, but other than that nil. So when I was asked to write about my expat life at Singapore, predictably enough the first thing I thought about was the local food. Not much of a surprise … Read more
Remember that time when it was considered cool to have the lady-in-the-Renaissance-painting figure? (Sometime when Da Vinci’s beard was still the “in thing“) I wouldn’t necessarily call that figure an hourglass. It was more like an hourglass which was left near the fire too long and melted and sagged and clumped a bit in ALL the … Read more
A crowded Indian restaurant. A waiter with a wandering eye. A beautiful customer and an unwanted occupant at the table.
Continued from Having my cake and eating it too (properly) – Part I… The tale of too many utensils The usual utensil setting should be as follows. The plate is the center and other utensils radiate from it. Closest to the plate on the right is a butter knife, with the serrated edge facing the plate … Read more
Soup spoon. Salad fork. Pudding spoon. Confused? Not anymore…
A slightly exaggerated comic version of people’s opinion of salad as a main dish.