Considering the title, I guess I should put in some sort of pun connecting pie with π. Alas, I’m not a mathematician, so no pun here. Sorry.
About a week ago I decided to try something new. I was told said something would be a daunting task, which takes so much practice most foodies give up.
Pastry! [cue dramatic music]
I had never done pastry before and kept hearing horrible tales of how it could all go wrong. To add to the pressure, I had someone over for dinner. The takeout menu was ready like a team of paramedics at a screamo concert.
Here are the last few pictures from the London weekend. The best thing about having friends that smoke is how cool smoke looks when hit by light.
As I mentioned in my previous post, I went to visit friends over the weekend. As it goes, said friends are from a special little place in the world called Macau. For those of you who are unaware, I have taken the liberty of quoting Wikipedia on Macau.
Macau (Chinese: 澳門)… is, along with Hong Kong, one of the two special administrative regions of the People’s Republic of China. It lies on the western side of the Pearl River Delta, bordering Guangdong province to the north and facing theSouth China Sea to the east and south.
Macau was a Portuguese colony and both the first and last European colony in China. Portuguese traders first settled in Macau in the 16th century and subsequently administered the region until the handover on 20 December 1999. The Sino-Portuguese Joint Declaration and the Basic Law of Macau stipulate that Macau operates with a high degree of autonomy until at least 2049, fifty years after the transfer.
Now, I feel food is at the centre of any culture (any!). You go to a new place and you can sure that the locals will be doing one thing locally: eating local food. The first thing to do when you want to experience a new culture is either the food or the music… and the latter is pretty drowned out by USA/British pop artists (just sayin’).
So food it is!
Hence, what better way to experience Macau than to eat Macanese food? The dish: Minchi. No, we didn’t cook Tim Minchin in a wok.
Bad pun, I know.
Minchi could be considered a chinesified ragù sauce—broiled mince meat—and summarised in 8 words: bad for the body, good for the soul. Continue reading
This past weekend, I visited a couple of friends in London. Mostly because I had not seen them in a gosh long time, but also because I had sh!t of theirs that simply had to leave my house (it was clashing with my drapes!)
As it goes, one of them was to be tattooed. At home. How amazing is that? Home call tattoo artists!
While the process was under way, I was politely asked (read practically barked at) to bake some green tea cookies. My reaction: search up a basic butter cookie recipe and add green tea powder to it.
You can all guess where this is going. Continue reading