Summer baking

An ongoing/on-off project

I got mad skills from my mama.

Highlight of my day.

My first Passover. I learnt many new words, dishes, and songs. I can now say to D I am more legit Jewish than he is Asian. He also provided drunken commentary when we decided to watch The Prince of Egypt.

The meaning behind the orange (which is not traditionally on the Seder plate) is this: according to D and S our Jewish hosts, some bigot once said "A woman rabbi is as out of place as an orange on a Seder plate." So their family decided to put an orange on their Seder plate.

Food makes the trip.

- I must have had about 5 bubble teas -no fancy flavours, just classic milk tea with tapioca pearls. Perfect.

- Woolong tea: it's layered aroma, the calm that comes with its preparation, and the sweet aftertaste of its warm bitterness...I think I may have found a new sedative.

- Street food at the night markets were a feast for all senses, I honestly believe they are an art in their own right.

- Who can forget the sticks of candied pears, tomatoes and strawberries. Just like gemstones.

- The Turkish ice-cream man will always stand out as the most bizarre and amazing addition to the partially international gastronomic scene.

- Strangest dish was hands down 阿给 ("ah gei") -tofu stuffed with vermicelli and some kind of seafood, in a pinkish soup. Can't say I loved it but it wins points for the never-seen-or-heard-of factor.

- Pork as the primary default meat was unfortunate for my Muslim friends....but oh, such bliss and comfort for me.

- We do rice right.