It’s summer, and the setting sun is always the prettiest.
K left for Bangkok this morning, and the day before he did, we went on a date to continue our search for my birthday outfit as well as to take a few pretty photographs.
Despite being dressed in mellowed summer hues, I certainly did not forget my flashes of colour.
Yesterday was a great day to be out. Finally, no summer rain but glorious sunshine.
Since K’s back from Gold Coast, we made a date to catch Batman: The Dark Knight Rises and to spend an afternoon gallivanting downtown in search of a “birthday suit” (take it literally) for my 21st party just a month and a half away!
Excited to wear my new studded LBD (loot from a flea market scavenging on Sunday), I paired it with my red booties for a day out walkin’ 🙂
Everyone deserves a second chance. Me included, on this dessert.
I tried it once before but failed — and that failure was also what pushed me to give up on my oven at home for my grandmother’s awesome one as well. And, as you can see, something good always comes out of a bad situation.
Thank the Lord, I finally know why this is called Lemon Delicious.
For someone who has never been to Thailand, visiting the Thai enclave at Golden Mile Complex Singapore was quite an experience. And no better than to have two of my good buddies with me for my first time.
I don’t get serious cravings for Thai food, and my favourites hardly go beyond Phat Thai and Khao Niaow Ma Muang (mango sticky rice), but my friends happen to be big fans. And trusting their taste — plus the fact that they frequent BKK — we headed to the New Udon Thai Food eatery to satisfy our tummies with Moo Kata.
Moo Kata, which literally means “pork skillet”, is a traditional form of Thai communal eating. A large part of the Thai dining etiquette involves eating in large groups, something which we definitely learned to appreciate that night!
Everything there tasted SO GOOD.
I’ve been a sloth of late.
As mentioned in my recent food post, summer can get too warm for baking. Today I am here to contradict myself; the weather in Singapore is just that unpredictable anyway. Just like how it’s been raining the past two days. Heavy, continuous rain. In the middle of summer. Surprise, surprise.
So, my oven’s been pretty lonely for a while now. I decided to turn the heat up again, with something really classic and simple: the pound cake.
I love dress up parties.
Usually I find it a bother to search for an outfit to put together, but I often end up really satisfied with the outcome. Like this one.
My girlfriend’s 21st birthday party was last Saturday, themed “AHOY!”. Instead of the mermaids she suggested girls to dress up as (since she was a sea goddess), I decided on being a little sailor girl.
I’ve been told one time too many lately that I take these themed parties too seriously. It’s probably true.
I apologize for the poorly taken shot. Believe me though, this could very well become your next comfort food.
K’s holidaying in Australia this whole week, and before he left I made him some treats to enjoy. Not by any coincidence then that these are made with sweet strawberries and have a little heart-shape in each piece. Adorable, huh? 🙂
I’ve been in a total summer mood lately; it’s sometimes too warm for using the oven. Laziness takes over and yes, no-bake desserts are the way to go!
When it comes to Japanese food, I’m not one to go big on buffets.
Being a Singaporean, for obvious reasons, buffets are meant to be really worth it — yet not so much for me, as my tummy has the unfortunate chronic inability to stomach more than say, eight plates of sushi. It’s just sad.
Despite passing up on buffets in general, I do make special exceptions. At the Himawari Japanese Restaurant is probably one of the rare places you’d actually find me shoving food down my throat in a less-than-fashionable manner (simply because the food is too good I could do with taking in two portions at once with no care for civility).
“Too good to be true” would be a sore understatement.
What I wore today: Mom’s vintage jade blouse, Miss Selfridge zebra print ankle grazers and Ricci No multi-coloured strappy sandals.
I am finally back with a post. It’s been a crazy past two weeks, I can’t even begin to describe.
Quick update: I am about to leave my job (yay!), so starting next week it’ll be back to the kitchen for this home girl. I cannot be more elated. Oh joy!
Today’s feature is about a restaurant my girlfriends and I visited earlier this week. This dinner was just what we needed to perk up a Monday to chase away those blues.
While it was pouring heavily outside, we were huddling comfortably in a little bustling eatery at Orchid Hotel — slurping down what I’d like to call “artisan Maggie mee”.
Oh yes, it’s time to say amen to ramen!
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