Midnight Supper Series: Maggi Mee and Bak Kua.
I hate long haul flights. The cramped seats, the unimaginative airplane food in aluminum containers, and always, always that one complimentary crying baby or coughing old man. It was a ten hour flight with turbulence so bad, it almost shook the Jesus out of me. I couldn’t tell upon arrival if the pilot was landing
Read MoreMidnight Supper Series: Teh Tarik
Mama used to make me Teh Tarik. She called it Ah Mun’s Teh Tarik because she only made it for me. Mama would steep tea leaves in hot water until it changes to a beautiful amber color. Then she would add in two overfilled tablespoons of condensed milk as I watch it swirl and cloud
Read MoreMidnight Supper Series: Barley.
To make barley, you must be a thief. Not to steal money or jewellery But to be a burglar of pandan leaves. “But Mum, Dad, We live in an upper middle-class neighbourhood We own four cars! Why must I steal the pandan leaves? It’s only sixty cents at the supermarket.” My parents clutched at their chest, their
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Food > everything else