Noodles on Prada

Noodles on Prada

It's definitely one of the great mysteries of life when everything comes together, literally, in a haphazard whirlwind of localised flavours and foreign brands. Yes, the combination is not good, not even in a Warhol fantasy. Andy would turn over in his grave knowing that such sacrilegious acts were happening in sunny island set in the sea Singapore.

Alright maybe you would disagree. Maybe if he knew about it, he might turn a blind eye to it in the name of art. But I bet he would pity the lady who wore the Prada privately under his breath. Some believe he was a closet bad art sympathiser.

So was the noodles even tasty or nice? Hmm.. I honestly don't know. I was too busy whacking the satay and maybe four sambal prawns. A cup of cold Cheng tng later, I am off to the last station which was the Momolato salted caramel – very nice. Yes, I totally had no capacity left for noodles.

So here I was chit-chatting with some old buddies and we were just deep in conversation, talking about how pervasive social media has become and how one wrong message shared unintentionally could become viral wildfire the next hour. And then this happened.

It was all about hurt feelings at the end of the day, how we hurt each other with the words we say (sounds like a line from George Michael's "Careless Whisper"). So we just have to muster up courage and say sorry and hopefully we can all move on.

And just as we agreed and nodded our heads at that statement, a girl holding a plate of the lovely noodles walked past us and before we knew it, the oscillating blades of the mobile air cooler swivelled and turned in our direction and let out a blast of cold air, flipped her noodles ala fireworks style (it was very powerful) and all the strands fell sluggishly and unglamorously on some other lady's turquoise Prada sling shoulder bag.

I could almost hear the girl gasp as she screamed with her inner voice. She must have known the price of the limited edition Prada. The lady was needless to say mortified beyond belief. She gawked at the noodle strands hanging precariously on her bag and stood helplessly, as if immobilised. And I muttered silently under my breath, "quick say sorry.." I could almost hear Bruno screaming Versace on the floor albeit this was Noodles on Prada. It was a crick crick moment.

So was the noodles nice? I think it was.

Eat Out Better

Eat Out Better

These days I haven’t had the inspiration to cook, partly because by the time I get back, it is already that kind of timing. Fighting rush hour, fighting time, fighting other rush hour commuters fighting you. 

By the time I am back I have no time to ponder and consider what I need or want to cook for the night. No time for Creative inspired ideas. It’s straight into the OR (operating room) and start washing, chopping, cutting and drying the ingredients. 

So I thought I should plan my menu way ahead, separate the Creative process and give it the space that it needs. Plan simple; cook simple and maybe in the process save some money. 

Here goes:

Menu 

Tuesday:

Dishes: abc soup, tua cai & snapper

Ingredients: 1 x corn, 1 x carrot, 2 medium tomatoes, 250 grams ribs, 1 x tua cai, garlic, dried shrimps, 1 x snapper, ginger, chicken stock, leeks, onions, chinese sausages, hakka wine

Thursday:

Dishes: kiam chye duck soup, minced pork with sichuan veg, fried egg with scallops

Ingredients: half a duck, tomatoes, preserved plums, kiam chye, 3 x tomatoes, ginger, garlic, minced pork, sichuan veg, eggs, chinese scallops

Friday:

Dishes: stir fry frogs, sautéed mushrooms, celery & minced pork, prawns in tomato sauce

Ingredients: 2 x frogs, spring onions, ginger, oyster sauce, sesame seed oil, cornstarch, button mushrooms, minced pork, Australian celery, large prawns, tomato ketchup, garlic

Shopping list:

1 x corn

1 x carrot

5 x tomatoes

250 grams pork ribs

Half a duck

500 grams kiam chye 

Preserved plums 

500 grams ginger

500 grams garlic

Tomato ketchup 

$5 minced pork

Sichuan veg 

6 x large prawns 

Oyster sauce

Australian celery

2 x frogs

Punnet of button mushrooms

Cornflour

Spring onions

Tua cai 

Dried shrimps 

Chinese scallops

Hakka rice wine 

Chinese sausages

Leeks

Chicken stock

1 x snapper

Medium onions

Eggs

Light soya sauce
Ah forget it lah. Eat Out Better.

This is the story of the little boy 

This is the story of the little boy and his power ranger toy and the other toy which I can’t be bothered to remember. So anyway, he was playing with this other toy so much that he neglected the power ranger toy that was in his hands. 

The question was what was so fascinating about the power ranger toy that he needed it and why did he needed the other toy?

No one knows. 

Julie Julia and Me

Julie Julia and Me

I hesitated too much, way too much for my own good. And when it is time to act, the opportunity is often over and the moment has passed. One of the reasons why I started this food blog was the movie Julie Julia featuring Amy and Meryl. I totally loved the story, and it resonated well with my passion of cooking.

And then I thought, “why not write a food blog”, and chronicle my experiences as a servant-less home cook, trying out recipes and venturing to make them my own. It will be all about my journey in the kitchen, preparing and cooking wonderful dishes.

Each time I watch re-runs of the movie Julie Julia, I am instantly inspired, happy, and at peace with myself. And I am reminded of why I often end my recipes with the classic “Bon Appetit!” – as Julia would say. Looking back in retrospect, I am indeed deeply inspired by the movie more than the book.

Blah.

 

Nothing Beats Ink and Paper (Musing)

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Nothing Beats Ink and Paper (Musing)

That’s right. To be able to write words with ugly handwriting is a forgotten pleasure. To write wrong words and crossing cancelling striking them out, a rare luxury.

No spell check typos. Just plain ugly handwriting. No backspace delete or spacebar tabs. Just printed ink on parchment. Truly a delight. Nothing beats ink and paper.