Malaysia wins Singapore hands down when you know exactly where to go for food.
Tis’ my favorite kind of laksa.
ABC ! The solution to Kuala Lumpur’s sweltering afternoons that leave us all sweaty and sticky.
Curry mee with yong tau foo chilli and blood cockles for breakfast (yes !). Food coma. Period.
I went for a swim on Saturday morning (in a last minute bid to tone my body up).
Panicking now because I had spent Saturday afternoon at Citygate Outlets instead of preparing for the wedding celebration. One last weekend to go before the flight out !
We stumbled upon a popular wanton mee stall in Jordan by chance and didn’t know it was well known until I googled up the name after we left. True indeed, not all wanton mee are created equal.
A stack of half-read Chinese-language magazines is already piling up at home and I had to buy one more over the weekend.
Weekend ended on a rather delightful note with homecooked paella, a gorgeous view of the setting sun and agreeable quantities of wine in good company.
Or we would have gotten ourselves the baked spareribs rice. Moral of the story: Best to head to cha chaan tengs at proper mealtimes, never in between. Something I’m sure Terence’s dad would agree with as well.
We spent Saturday afternoon picking clams for Sunday’s dinner, pretty much a day out at the beach with Chinese characteristics. Battling waves, we were waist deep in waters using our feet to feel for clams, which are actually buried deep in the sand (never knew that before).
I made linguini alle vongole on Sunday night. There were so many clams my saucepan could barely fit them all and everyone said the clams were delicious, yay.
