Friday, 8 June 2018
Tuesday, 24 April 2018
|In the process of making a souffle pancake. You have to whisk the egg white till peaks form, i.e. when you turn the bowl over your head, nothing drips.|
My mum was into making cakes. We weren't always that successful. Our old oven was not able to heat up evenly. Often, you get only one side of the cake well risen. You had to open the oven door after a while to turn the cake around so that the other side would rise as well. This needed precise timing. Too early, the cake would just sink when you open the oven door.
More often than not, our cakes were lop sided. Cakes which never rose also happened once in a while. These were fed to the stray skinny black dog which foraged our dustbin regularly. He always lapped them down with great gusto.
I was the chief egg beater, a task I enjoyed very much. The whisk we had was a giant one with a huge spring and red wooden handle. You flop it up and down on the eggs and sugar mixture till they are white in colour and quite firm in texture. Then you sieve in the flour and melted butter.
These days, it is rather hard to find such a whisk. More common are the ones shown in the picture. Most people use the electric egg beater of course, which gets your egg whites to peak within minutes.
But I don't own one and much prefer to hand whisk -- preferably one with a huge spring and red wooden handle.
Saturday, 7 April 2018
|Anyone home? One of the two "mysterious" bungalows I see on my left each time I clamber up Marang trail.|
But each time, I saw absolutely nothing, no matter how hard I peered. No one hanging out the laundry or such homely acts. Except for once when I saw a very busy grass cutter clearing the lawn in front of the house.
Much of the view of the house was obstructed by trees, being nestled on a slope of Mt Faber. There's another house lower down the slope but it is even more hidden by the thick foliage.
I wonder how the occupants (if any) go in and out of these houses. Surely, they didn't have to bash through all those undergrowth each time they want to go to the market.
Recently I seemed to see something being constructed though I couldn't really decipher what in the world it was. And today, I saw the construction was done and it seemed to me to be a little bridge! Can't be sure though.
More updates next time I go up Marang :)
|Map showing Marang trail and Mt Faber Park. The "You Are Here" spot is near where my blogger friend, Streetsing emerged from his "Keppel Hill lost reservoir" trek once.|
Of course, one does not have to resign or retire before one goes on this little trip. On weekends, tonnes of people scramble up. It is a wonder the trail doesn't get eroded down to five storeys.
Sunday, 7 January 2018
|Gable at Desker Road. Pic taken 4 Jan 2018.|
I haven't been gable hunting for some time in Singapore. But recently I came across this nice one at Desker Road. See, it has a nice design on the side. The steep knob at the tip of the gable suggested wood element or water element.
In Chinese architecture, the five different shapes of gable ends denote the five elements: wood, fire, metal, water and earth. (Reference: Handy Guide for Appreciating Chinese Architecture). Apparently, different gable ends were employed to counter the adversity of the land which the houses were seated on.
The region around Desker Road was once swampland, so the wood element depicted by the gable ends may be used to counter the earth element. (Purely conjecture on my part!)
Desker Road, with its rich history, was named after a butcher, Andre Filipe Desker, a resident in the area who opened Singapore's largest butchery during the 1860s. BTW, I have great respect for butchers since I was a kid when I trotted to market with mum. The butcher with his blood-splatted white singlet rolled up to his rounded belly, would nearly always slip a bonus piece of pork into the the lot that mum wanted, quietly wrapping them up with newspaper. (Many a times, I would be sent back to the market with the "bonus" as mum insisted that we need to return it to the dear old butcher.)
Anyway, back to the story of this Desker Road butcher -- he was from Malacca, married in Singapore and eventually had 13 children. He was known for his generous donations to schools and churches.