I am bored. Of the endless colourless and uninspiring music issuing from the googlebox and the tuner everyday. The djs either have no clue of other music genres or they are just belting out tunes which they think appeal to the masses. Well, I am not the masses and I am not feeling the music. It is like a glass of plain water, flat and tasteless. It does not excite nor move me. My soul is suddenly in famine land.
Determined to not concede defeat to the gratifications of mass commercialization, below is my very own chicken soup for the day:
1. She is the new thing - The Horrors (The video is wicked!)
2. Fire - Kasabian
3. Florescent Adolescence - Arctic Monkeys
4. Crystalized - The XX
5. Where did all the love go - Kasabian
6. Someday - The Strokes
7. Teddy Picker - Arctic Monkeys
8. Maps - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
9. Soma - The Strokes
10. Butcher Blues - Kasabian
11. Whole new way - The Horrors
12. Y-Control - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
13. Song for Aberdeen - Mando Diao
14. Vlad the Impaler - Kasabian
And yes, Kasabian is definitely my favourite flavour on the menu card!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Childhood taste memory
When we were little, weekly visits to Grandma's were nothing unusual. I suspect my mum has never gotten used to staying away from her family for too long after her marriage. Being the eldest daughter, the burden of assisting my Grandma in taking care of the large brood naturally fell on her young shoulders. That explains the tightly-knit bond she has with her folks.
So each Saturday morning we would be dragged out of our warm bed for the habitual visit. In the old Kampung Geylang.
The one thing I wasn't hot about these visits was having to face my fear: the large black dog, deliriously welcoming us at the entrance by almost barking its head off.
Each time after gingerly walking past my psychological hurdle, I would gleefully await Grandma's return from the wet market with my favourite brekkie.
Yong Tau Foo!!!
Drenched in red sweet sauce and chilli sauce, Grandma would lovingly cut them up into small pieces and feed me while I sat on her lap. My little mouth would be working the food while the taste receptor cells sent data to the brain for permanent memory retention.
It is no wonder I still love Yong Tau Foo so much after all these years.
Till this day, the palate can never forget the medley of distinctive flavours of those unadorned Yong Tau Foo which Grandma bought.
Sure, other Yong Tau Foos which we have tasted so far are good but I doubt they can ever match up to the childhood taste memory.
Replicating the dish here is simply not the same. The broth with the essence wanting and the recipes for sweet sauce and chilli sauce lacking.
Bun in the oven. Raging hormones. Crazy food cravings.
Oh, I am homesick and I want my Yong Tau Foo!
So each Saturday morning we would be dragged out of our warm bed for the habitual visit. In the old Kampung Geylang.
The one thing I wasn't hot about these visits was having to face my fear: the large black dog, deliriously welcoming us at the entrance by almost barking its head off.
Each time after gingerly walking past my psychological hurdle, I would gleefully await Grandma's return from the wet market with my favourite brekkie.
Yong Tau Foo!!!
Drenched in red sweet sauce and chilli sauce, Grandma would lovingly cut them up into small pieces and feed me while I sat on her lap. My little mouth would be working the food while the taste receptor cells sent data to the brain for permanent memory retention.
It is no wonder I still love Yong Tau Foo so much after all these years.
Till this day, the palate can never forget the medley of distinctive flavours of those unadorned Yong Tau Foo which Grandma bought.
Sure, other Yong Tau Foos which we have tasted so far are good but I doubt they can ever match up to the childhood taste memory.
Replicating the dish here is simply not the same. The broth with the essence wanting and the recipes for sweet sauce and chilli sauce lacking.
Bun in the oven. Raging hormones. Crazy food cravings.
Oh, I am homesick and I want my Yong Tau Foo!
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