Somehow, amidst lectures and the closure of yet another semester I find myself having the spare time to do something apart from being a student.
It’s true, though — I have other shoes to fill.
And this time, literally! It’s not my first time frolicking about in these Dr. Martens, and for the sake of demonstrating how versatile these boots can be, as well as for the curious mind who might take interest in how fast my hair can change in just four months, do check out my previous look here.
So last weekend I got all dressed up and slathered on more makeup than I could handle, then hopped onto a bike and traveled to a quiet street in Tanjong Pagar for this photo shoot. I had fun.
I’m always finding ways to use up the second half of my buttermilk carton.
That’s because most of the time the recipes I use call for only a bit, plus it’s not like I’m feeding an army here at home. It’s terribly inconvenient that the supermarket stocks them in such large quantities.
And then, I thought of pancakes.
Yummy, scrumptious, light and fluffy buttermilk pancakes!
I’m a total breakfast person, so pancakes are definitely top of the list when it comes to my idea of an all-day breakfast menu.
After two months or so of planning, my 21st birthday party has finally come and gone!
With much help from K, my cousin Athalie and my family (with the last minute decor, ha)… Thank God the party was a success. Everyone enjoyed themselves, I do believe, and it went according to how I’d planned — more or less.
It’s never going to be perfect because of the perfectionist that I am (yikes), but even then.
Touted as (probably) the best ramen in Singapore, this ramenya sure has a lot to live up to.
Ramen is something quite exquisite. While distinctively similar to instant noodles or bak chor mee of the Chinese, what truly sets it apart is the skill in the preparation of the broth, and the texture of the noodles which are often handmade.
Maybe there’s just something about doing things the Japanese way that reigns supreme. Their attention to detail could almost be termed unmatched.
Over at Ramen Santouka, the chefs spend hours on the broth to get it at just the right temperature, and flavour. So rich is the stock that I would have to say that hands down, it’s one of the best I’ve ever had.
If there’s one thing I like about Singapore it’s got to be the food. Cliché but true, and I would even go so far as to say if you’re not passionate about food found locally, you’re truly missing out.
It’s common knowledge that there isn’t much to do around here, and food hunts are one of those past times that really get me all excited.
Amidst the busy preparations for my birthday, we managed to squeeze in time for some good food. Today’s review is about another ramen place. K has a weakness for Japanese food and really — don’t we all?
Okay so you’re not Singaporean until the mere thought of food gives you an adrenaline rush…
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’ 🙂
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.