my ajumma notes

I have no known Peranakan ancestry but I am a fan of Peranakan food and other things. So after another hearty meal with the family at Chilli Padi (at Joo Chiat), the favourite joint of the elders, and where the boy was first introduced to the wonders called bakwan kepeting and ayam buah kelauk, we were inspired to look at HungryGoWhere and, based on its info and recommendations, we went to Dulu Kala at Beauty World Centre. It has been, like, a million years since I last stepped into Beauty World Centre, and, surprise, surprise, those clothes shops are still there! Even the stationery shop at the basement is still there! But now, the place also has a mix of tuition centres and TCM outfits. Never knew that. So, anyhow, since I have no known Peranakan fibres in me, I am not able to say that the food is just like my grandma's or mum's cooking or whatever. The only simple measure I use is whether the food tastes nice to me, ha ha. And I did enjoy the food. The buah keluak ta

Of late, we have been reading a blog that we used to follow avidly but had somehow lost track of in the passage of time. Then, we thought that the blog probably had a great many words of import in relation to recent goings-on and successfully re-traced it. So, we are once again following it. True enough, there are a great many words of import. Reading current and re-reading old posts, I cannot help but hark back to the days of innocence, the days before the blog even began. Also, I cannot help thinking, again, that this blogger is truly smart and well-read. And writes so well... I don't suppose anyone would really know what I'm talking about if they are reading this but I will not incriminate myself, anyone or anything else, ha ha, so many things are better left unsaid. Though the days of innocence should be worth reminiscing about.