this evening i watched a 60 year old aunty prep up my chicken rice at empress food centre and while it wasn’t the best chicken rice in the world, it tasted exactly like the one i used to have when i was in pei tong primary school (we look ahead, said the motto, engraved under a p and t). no sesame oil, no blend of herbs, sauces and spices, just grains, chicken stock, and steamed chicken chilled in a cold bath.
there was something wonderfully nostalgic in its simplicity.
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jac admonished me countless times for not being able to comprehend the intricacies of a game, and i am inclined to agree with her, because it’s something which completely eludes me; i just simply can’t do it. i would say more, but it’s a tired topic.
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i normally don’t repeat blog posts with the same title back to back, but there was something apt about a band named after a canned chocolate powder that formed the base of childhood treats. and so i shall.
