The Perfect Saturday

India has a way to making you appreciate the little things in life. After witnessing a roadside accident on route to the airport, I missed the serenity of Singapore. The date was set before I even left so it was certainly marked down in iCal.

Giggles, and guffaws. Little Mrs Holland Lollipop is all packed to a place where there are more cows than human beings. A cocktail would be cherry on the terribly decadent cake, but seeing how I’m off alkie and meat. It was absolutely more than a girl could ask for.

At the risk of sounding terribly Singaporean, this is a real case of “eyes bigger than stomach”. A was kind enough to share this with me. Dee vine.

Yes. I’ll marry you if you can make me pancakes for breakfast in bed every Sunday. I’m easy like that.

Compliments of the season!

LF snuck out of a corporate do and in a healthy role reversal, I drove by to pick him up. The plans were to steer clear from the bottle but, I could not resist.

My archilles’ heel was in the form of a gorgeous Gerwertztraminer, 2006. As delicious as it was, I found myself yearning for a good red. Comes with the season, I suppose.

I did wish that I was better dressed for dinner. Truthfully, I have a level of admiration for women who preen flawlessly. Most days, I struggle to make sure that I have enough sunscreen on. Yet, there they are, all coiffed and decked in their Sunday best, all the time.

New resolution: Be well-dressed all the time.

Merry Christmas!

Of sushi and wii.

DH has planted the seed of evil in me. Pure, unadultered evil in the form of the Nintendo Wii. Before the dark side was, sheer pleasure in the form of thick slices of sakae, and tako.

Apparently, my hand eye co-ordination is sorely lacking and somehow it did not surprise me. What can I say? I am all brawn and no brain.

K.O, aye? Even Copper agrees.

the cutest patootie this side of East Coast

The date that wasn’t.

In a recent effort to placate me, Jade made the call to Buko Nero. While he balked at a very bad six letter word – fusion, he made the attempt to appease me (or so he says) and I suppose, that’s all that matters.

I eat fungi

After having a gorgonzola appetizer at Buko Nero, I was lusting after gorgonzola anything much to the protest of my inlactose intolerant belly. Six is the number of pills I have to consume to ensure that I don’t suffer from an erm, upset stomach after having cheese.

I traipsed down to La Fromagerie, which is part of the Saint Julien group. Being a relative newbie to cheese, I asked for well.. gorgonzola and was handed Gongonzola Piccante Extra! That sounds mucho cheeso to me. The cheese whiz (pun intended) offered a taste test which was moot since I was cheese desperate.

$10 later, I bought enough to make at least 8 servings of the appetizer that I had at BN.

Perfect. I made the crostini by brushing it with an extra virgin olive oil and crushed garlic blend. Toasted it for a bit, and cut a slice of heaven.

It wasn’t as creamy as I remembered and it was certainly much more salty. Hmmm. Different variety of gorgonzola? I thought. A quick curious google later, I am better informed. Gonzongola comes in two varieties – piccante and dolce offers a much sweeter and softer texture to the palate.

It was the dolce that I wanted. This was still good, just much too salty for my tastebuds and chockful of fungi. I tried not to look.

Where:                            La Fromagerie
Address:                        5 Mohamed Sultan Road
Damage to pocket:     $17 ($10 for the cheese and $7) for a measly rustic baguette which tasted no different from $2 baguette from the local bakery down the street.