Selamat Hari Raya to everyone!!! I’ve spent the last two Rayas taking long holidays in Sri Lanka and Myanmar, so it’s the first in awhile i’m around (ok besides taking a road trip to Clearwater last weekend, but it was only for 2 nights). I think cos i haven’t been around during Raya for a few years, i only got invited to two open houses! It’s probably better cos i eat way too much stuff i’m not supposed to (nor should but my willpower is at is weakest right now).
One batch of friends tucking in at the Sufians
Ryan, Mo, Fook and Tianna had a little jamming session.
I came out of Rudy’s room to see them gathered together and was like, “Yay! Free music!”
Rudy joined them but after watching him talk and play and go all over the place, Ion was like, “He’s on his own planet.”
Me: *burst out laughing* “You’re the second person to say that to me in the past hour!”
The first was Rahul teehee.
Claudia and i totally vibin on some contemporary yellow patterns that day!
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* Text by SweetEe & Pics by Evan Lau *
“Food is love” is the first sentence of the foreword written by Joyce in the newly launched Fat Spoon Cookbook, which features the recipes of none other than Michelle and Melissa Pong, the duo behind Fat Spoon Cafe.
It’s no secret that Joyce and I are one of the biggest fans of Fat Spoon Cafe. We have our lunch there at least once a week, and is also our meeting spot whenever she comes back from travelling. Aside from all that, it’s also where I did my first interview with her and got my job confirmed!
After I started working for Joyce and visiting Fat Spoon more regularly, I recall many a-time when Michelle would come to our table all bubbly and happy with a new dish for us to try. I was lucky enough to be a small part of the experimental group thanks to my boss. When they announced that they’d be publishing a new cookbook with MPH Group Publishing, I was truly excited and had never wanted to get a peek into a cookbook this much in my life!
Last week, in the midst of KLFW when things were so hectic, we were invited to their media launch – The Fat Spoon’s Private Kitchen – a live taste review of recipes from their new cookbook. It was great timing to attend the event cos I really missed their food as I didn’t have any for more than a week. #fatspoonwithdrawal
The Fat Spoon Cookbook offers recipes that combine traditional Northern Nyonya food with modern Western flavours. The sisters curated all of their successful food experiments with their cooking skills inherited from their grandma, along with their appreciation for Western and Japanese cuisine. It’s like a crazy fun party in your mouth when familiar flavours such as lemongrass, shallots and kaffir lime are combined with modern textures and tastes.
It’s where old meets new.
When I was walking towards the cafe, I overheard a couple of working ladies talking on the phone saying, “They’re closed for a private event, what are we gonna have for lunch now!?” :lol:
Click to see the pix of their dishes i had that day!
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I’ve been pushing myself to get back into cooking and working out regularly since i broke my pattern after coming back from Europe. I keep cooking the SAME dishes out of convenience, and i figure poor Clem must be freaking bored of it.
I think it’s good enough if i cook twice on weekdays, cos other nights i’m sure to be out at events or meeting friends for dinner+drinkies. So when i go to the super, i plan out what i want to cook for the week and buy just enough groceries and a bit of extra vegetables and fruits for my snacks.
I finished work late on Monday and rushed home to make pastry for a vegetable quiche.
Poor Clem saw the page opened to a French quiche and excitedly asked, “Are we having bacon in the quiche?”
My answer: “No. It’s a vegetable quiche.”
Bacon is bad! And i think he eats enough bacon in his weekly English breakfasts so i’m not gonna support further intake of a processed food chocked with sodium.
The inside turned out great but the pastry was a disaster cos i didn’t put aside enough time to let it set in the fridge nor oven.
Then yesterday i turned to cooking a bolognese (i just wanted to finish a jar of sauce in my cupboard and not plan to buy anymore, trying to divert to as freshly-prepared foods as possible, but the kiasu-ness in me wanted to finish something i bought. -_-)
At the same time, i wanted to finish all the vegetables in the fridge cos we’re flying to Kuching for Sa’s birthday this weekend, so i decided to make… a vegetable bolognese :p
Clem: “Is there mince meat in the bolognese?”
Me: “No… i want to finish all the vegetables before we leave…”
Clem: “… Urm, are you only gonna be cooking with vegetables from now on?”
He sounded so pitiful haha but NO, i’m not so extreme. I DO plan to cook fish and free-range chicken, and a good steak every few weeks; but i just FELT like having more vegetables this week! Poor guy.
Anyway, it was already 8pm and i was tired but i finished chopping and prepping herbs, celery, tomatoes, broccoli, portobello mushrooms, garlic and onions. I checked the bolognese jar for the expiration date but couldn’t find it. Then i poured the sauce in and let it simmer. After 15 minutes, i thought it smelt weird.
Me: “It smells weird.”
Clem: *leans into pot and sniff* “No… it smells okay to me. Like tomato sauce.”
Me: “… i don’t know. Something is not right.. it smells a bit sour.”
Clem: “Did you check the date?”
Me: “I couldn’t find it!”
I fished the washed jar and cap out of our recycling bins and pushed them to Clem to inspect.
He found the expiration date on the side of the thin wide metal cap.
And it was… expired middle of last year.
Clem: “What a stupid place to put the date…”
Me: “AGHHHHH all the veggie… now we have to throw everything away!”
Damn heartache man.
Thanks to my kiasuness of wanting to finish a jar of sauce, i end up wasting fresh food.
I can’t stand wasting food!!!
The portobello mushrooms! The tomatoes and broccoli…
I’m still feeling sore about it today.
In the end Clem had toast with mortadella and cheese,
while waiting for an ordered sandwich from La Bodega.
I had two bites of his toast, and a bunch of cut up vegetables in yoghurt, and half a fried rice.
Oh well. Lesson learnt.
(Still sad. I’ll get over it after having vented it out here.)
I LOVE eating in London! There are SO many amazing diverse restaurants peppered throughout the city. Despite kickstarting my “trying to eat healthy” phase in life, it’s hard to stick to it when i’m on holiday there…
I used to waitress at Pere Michel when i was 18 years old, and i think it’s a great experience for any teenager (to wait on people that is). To throw your ego aside and put others before you is a humbling experience, and makes me appreciate great service all the more. Pere Michel is an authentic French restaurant near Sussex Gardens and Hyde Park, and it’s been around since 1983, proving that amazing food stands the test of time. Just read their rave reviews on TripAdvisor *here*.
This is my Aunt Gerry. She’s enjoying her soup de poisson.
It’s one of my favourite French dishes and one of the loveliest i’ve tasted!
I had the escargots.
I don’t how something that looks so unattractive can taste so scrumptious in my mouth!
My mains were the rack of lamb, perfect at medium rare.
(Writing a food blogpost while waiting for Clem to return home with dinner is a mistake.)
I caught sight of Uncle Mark’s organiser and was mesmerized by how TINY and NEAT his handwriting is!
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Here are a plethora of pictures i took in Bologna on our first day there. I was super excited to go to the city described as the capital of food, and stuff myself silly. I stuffed myself so much i could barely keep awake after my first day there!
I count myself really lucky cos it’s my fourth time in Italy! Every time i return i just fall in love with the country more and more This is gonna be a bit of a rushed post cos it’s already 2:15am in London and i need to wake up at 8:30 to visit my grannie in the hospital one more time before my flight back to Frankfurt!
I can’t help ooh-ing at daisies every time i see them JUST because we don’t get as many in Malaysia.
My aunty always says i’m gazing after weeds.
Oh my lord… there’s nothing like pasta in Italy. Nothing.
The fruits and vegetables are so bright, they look fake!
It’s spring time which also means lots of flowers!!!
Prepare to view like 50 pictures after the jump. :p
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Ok i’ve been so busy (er what else is new) that i’m blogging this IN A HURRY as guests are in my house for a tiny Christmas dinner so i actually need to stop writing this and be a proper host -_-
Below are pix of a Christmas set lunch Chelsia and i went for @ Ben’s BSC! Will write more later :p TA!
Sauteed Brussels Sprouts on a Bed of Baby Spinach with dried cranberry & croutons tossed in ranch dressing, topped with parmigiano reggiano shavings
Rolled Turkey stuffed with Herbed Mascarpone Cheese served with roasted pumpkin, chestnut stuffing, cranberry sauce & gravy
Brownie Bread & Butter Pudding with vanilla ice cream