I had a really bad craving for claypot chicken rice the other day. I believe that it was the gloomy weather that brought about that sudden, compelling need for a pot of steaming rice with all the works and the incessant joy of scraping the crusty bits off the bottom. I had a really
Read MoreIt was Ching Ming yesterday. We went back to our home town in Puchong to visit Mama’s grave. As we are Christians, we do not burn joss sticks, but armed with a handful of colourful flowers, we paid our respects under the cruel afternoon sun. It has been more than a year now since she’s gone. And usually when I miss
Read MoreEvery Chinese New Year, our family eats enough bak kua or Chinese pork jerky to feed a Somalian village. Or rather, I do. Growing up, I ate these heavenly dead meat things in a simple sandwich. We would take them to school and hide them from our Muslim friends or tell them its ‘ayam’. This
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