At a popiah party, it would be judicious to have the guy who actually has a relative in the popiah business to come early and make neat, packed rolls for everyone to partake of. However, he arrived last tonight, after we'd all slopped our way through our amateur versions, so we could only watch in awe at the flair with which he put his together.
Earlier:
Guest: I thought this was a healthy dinner. Why is there satay and [fried] chicken wings?Said guest went on to eat mostly satay and chicken wings.
Hostess: Oh, that's for the carnivores --- the ones that die die must have meat one.
Food aside, it is quite something to share a dinner table with someone who describes herself as a breastfeeder and another whose primary job description is to prevent all the hazardous materials at her workplace from blowing up.
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Labels: Food for thought, Nightlife
3 Comments:
"popiah party" is a bit of a tongue twister for me i think!
your friend could probably teach the ones at this shop at shaw towers a thing or two. they take forever and a day to make two measly popiah.
but what are those festive little cubes in the foreground? are they sugar-coated gummies, or marshmallows, or both?
Mark > I guess my friend has something to fall back on if his current career choice ever fails on him!
bowb > Treats from Hokkaido! Unfortunately, I'm not sure what they were --- not marshmallows, kinda gummy, but not quite sweet enough, either. I am sorry to report that they were the very first Japanese treats that I have ever been umimpressed by.
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