Yesterday I said I'd have Shalla make the tikoy this Lunar New Year. It's partly because, well, she can do it better - and she has done it better; I'm eating it right now as I type this. It's also partly because I, for some reason, committed myself to cook something else to mark the occasion: noodles. Pancit canton, to be specific.
I'm not sure why I thought I could do it. Was it the new wok I got? My mother got it as a birthday present - a non-stick not-quite-a-wok, a stone one, one which she's long had an eye on for herself but couldn't quite find lately. Considering the frying pan I've used for the past couple of years has been pretty difficult of late - the non-stick coating has gone - my new piece of cookware changed my life, or at least the way I did my fried rice experiments.
A few weeks back I had a hankering for Singaporean food. It's one that's difficult to satisfy lately, because there just aren't a lot of options. Megamall used to have this Singaporean restaurant that I frequented in the many solo lunches I've had, but that's long closed. Another similar restaurant popped up elsewhere in the mall, but I never got to try it, and now it's closed. Well, sure, Nanyang is good in a pinch, but it's no Toast Box, and also, I honestly don't think Filipinos are able to appreciate both Singaporean and Malaysian cuisines. We're stuck with the really generic fare, if we're lucky to find it. The more, er, adventurous stuff that do pop up - the Makansutra hawker place at Megamall comes to mind - close after a while because, I don't know, if it's not exactly Chinese, it must be weird, eh?
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