Lunch with their uncle Moses
The kids' favourite uncle Moses brought us out for lunch today.
I tell you, when you are out of town, you are really out of touch. The other day, at the bookshop, I was asking the assistant if they have other outlets and I was told that they have one at 313. Huh? What is 313? Where is 313? When I was at Orchard, imagine, a true-blue Singaporean has to ask a passer-by where is 313. Ok, now I know, it is the former Specialist Centre!
Thankfully, I found the place. When Uncle Moses told us, we will be having lunch there, we thought we knew our way. When we were there, we had to look for this restaurant by the name of Brotzeit. We didn't realise that 313 is that big, there is also the outdoor dinning area. Anyway, our nomadic instinct brought us to the restaurant...
A monstrous meat platter - veal sausages, bbq pork ribs, roasted pork knuckle (with crackling skin) and pork-beef cheese sausages.
All these served with sauerkraut and a unique potato salad. Enough to feed three adults and two kids!
Close-up. Great meat! This meal was most suitable for Kai, the meat-eater
Not too far away, I saw a very interesting cafe...
My childhood favourite cartoon characters, Charlie Brown and gang
Nice pretty little cafe
Yes, my two little bookworms. Oh what joy, eating ice-cream and reading at the same time. By the way, if you happen to be in Japan and see their pictures, that is because a Japanese magazine reporter snapped them!
...are we all not nomads? In life, there are only various stops, we haven't really arrived...but no matter where we go, I will always be a mum.
Food paradise again
I really have to work out really hard when I get home. So much food....
This morning the family decided to head home, Holland Village where we used to stay...
I have seen the up and down and up, up, up of Holland Village. I have spent a huge time of my life here...since I was eight years old. Yes, that long!
Not only dh and I miss our local food, even Kai and Ann also miss the local dishes...
The black and white fried carrot cake
Although it is called carrot cake, it is actually made of radish and rice flour mixed together, steamed, cooled and fried with eggs. The black ones are fried with dark soy sauce and the white ones are fried without the dark sauce. I personally prefer the black carrot cake. Sadly, most stalls nowadays buy the factory-produced carrot cake and fry them. Very few hand-made their carrot cake because it involved a lot of work.
Wanton (meat dumplings) noodles. This is the Potian wanton noodles. The noodles are perfectly cooked, springy (al dente), sauce, chillies are mixed to perfection. The wantons are small but full of wanton flavour! Aiya, you must eat to know what I mean. I find the stall at Holland Village hawker center is the best. Each time I eat them, it just gives me wonderful memories of my childhood days, eating wanton mee sold by this elderly couple who used to sell them at the Tanglin Halt food market. Delicious! Just writing about it is already making me drool...
I really have to work out really hard when I get home. So much food....
This morning the family decided to head home, Holland Village where we used to stay...
I have seen the up and down and up, up, up of Holland Village. I have spent a huge time of my life here...since I was eight years old. Yes, that long!
Not only dh and I miss our local food, even Kai and Ann also miss the local dishes...
The black and white fried carrot cake
Although it is called carrot cake, it is actually made of radish and rice flour mixed together, steamed, cooled and fried with eggs. The black ones are fried with dark soy sauce and the white ones are fried without the dark sauce. I personally prefer the black carrot cake. Sadly, most stalls nowadays buy the factory-produced carrot cake and fry them. Very few hand-made their carrot cake because it involved a lot of work.
Wanton (meat dumplings) noodles. This is the Potian wanton noodles. The noodles are perfectly cooked, springy (al dente), sauce, chillies are mixed to perfection. The wantons are small but full of wanton flavour! Aiya, you must eat to know what I mean. I find the stall at Holland Village hawker center is the best. Each time I eat them, it just gives me wonderful memories of my childhood days, eating wanton mee sold by this elderly couple who used to sell them at the Tanglin Halt food market. Delicious! Just writing about it is already making me drool...
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