Once they spot the baby there’s no escape. They work themselves up from gasps and oohs and titters, gradually building the courage to creep forward. Soon they are crowding.
15 years ago
“The baby is wearing shoes today,” the kindly 50ish waitress remarks mid-way through our dinner. “Yes, and pants. I was home this afternoon,” I tell her. She supresses a.
15 years ago
Brub. Brub. BrubbubBUBUBBZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. Ripped out of a lovely dream, the throbbing buzz gives me an instant headache. For a millisecond I wonder what that god-awful noise is. I turn.
15 years ago
Slippery steamed parcels, skewered and dipped into a salty-sweet sauce. Hot chewiness bursting onto taste buds, a soothing savory warmth. I’m a late starter in the school of dumpling.
15 years ago
“She’s done a poo,” Darling Man announces, his booming voice echoing in one of those strange pockets of quiet that sometimes happen in crowded places. The baby squirms and.
15 years ago
On work days, the tiny island city-state of Singapore doesn’t seem so crowded, unless you happen to get caught in the peak hour crush as workers pour into and.
15 years ago
“What you eat?” An elderly Singaporean auntie leaned over my shoulder, peering into the dregs of the now-cool pot in front of me. “That one fish, ah?” Surprised by.
15 years ago
Singapore’s sweaty stickiness is somehow soup weather. It’s a strange phenomenon, especially for those who consider soup the antidote for cold dark northern winters. But when you’re hungry, thirsty and hot, soup can solve.
15 years ago