Saturday, January 29, 2011

A few of my favourite things

It is Saturday morning and the lovely Chris is still abed, so it's just Lola and me, a cup of coffee and the chance to catch up on some blogging before he gets up.  I'm usually the one still zizzing at 7.45 on a Saturday, but not today, so my faithful readers will get the benefit of my early morning musings.  Lucky you.  In fact, you are doubly fortunate, as the PC on which I am writing was almost an ex-PC a couple of nights ago, when I managed to spill a glass of wine (a nicely chilled Kumeu River Chardonnay if anyone is interested) all over the keyboard.  Shock, Horror, Drama!  As it turned out, all was well, apart from the "c" key needing 24 hours' convalescence before getting back to work.  It's amazing how often you need to use c when writing and jolly irritating when you have no choice but to replace it with a k, thus making yourself look kompletely dyslexik, or else very bad at spelling.  Not sure which is worse.........


I'm sticking with my theme of Chinese New year for the first part of this post, and I also want to share with you some of my favourite places in Singapore - possibly even with a blurry photo or two.  One of the disadvantages of the iPhone is that it has a camera, so I never take the real thing with me any more when I am out and about.  Well, I say it has a camera, but it's not much cop really.  A positive blessing when you want a soft focus shot, but less effective when you're after some nice sharp definition or if you're taking photos when it's dark.   


The first is a picture of Yu Sheng (pronounced Ee Shung), which is a raw fish salad that is only eaten at the time of Chinese New Year.  I wrote about this a couple of years ago, but there was an article in today's paper which gave some new insights into its origins, so I thought I'd refresh the Yu Sheng story.  While the basic idea is Cantonese in origin, the dish is largely peculiar to Singapore and the story behind this is quite interesting - although it has very little to do with tradition and a lot to do with commerce.


Yu Sheng was basically the invention of four young chefs in the sixties.  They were having lunch at a hawker stall and saw the seller put together a dish (which sounds pretty disgusting when you read the description, but they obviously saw the potential).  The newspaper article tells the story like this:


"The four friends watched the fish porridge seller slices off pieces of swordfish.  On the raw fish slices, finely sprinkled with the black dust of vehicles driving by the Chinatown alley, the hawker scattered some chopped carrots and pickles.  He then drizzled some lime juice on it.  Customers then drenched the dish with vinegar,oil and sugar before slurping away.  There were houseflies swarming around the fish, and also smoke and dust because of the cars and motorcycles. It was bad ". 


It sounds hard to resist, I know, but as I said, they saw the potential, tarted it up and started selling it in their restaurant.  The modern dish still contains raw fish  - usually salmon, but sometimes jellyfish - and carrots, as well as julienne strips of bizarrely coloured vegetables, crushed peanuts, sesame seeds and little hollow square crisps, representing moneybags.   The whole thing is drizzled (I say drizzled, it's more like drenched) in oil and a sweet sauce, before being tossed using extra long chopsticks, with everyone at the table taking a turn, trying to toss the salad as high in the air as possible to the accompaniment of shouts of "Lo Hei" - an auspicious greeting. 


Yu Sheng is a big thing - not only on restaurant menus at New Year, but at all manner of formal dinners and official functions.  It seems that it has even been suggested as a Singaporean national dish - and all from such humble beginnings.  Apparently there have been attempts at a fusion version of Yu Sheng, by including pig's trotters, for example.  That is such a bad idea that I can't bring myself to say any more on the subject.  Well perhaps just one thing - Yeeurgh!

While I really like some of the components, I find the whole thing a bit sweet, so I'm tempted to try my own version, with lovely smoked salmon, shredded vegetables and crunchy things.  Watch this space for Yu Sheng reborn.


Some friends are coming to visit this coming weekend, so we will be introducing them to the delights of Yu Sheng at the Tanglin Club. These particular friends have been to Singapore before, but it was some time ago and they will notice some big changes.  One of the changes falls into my list of favourite things about Singapore - the boutique hotels that have sprung up over the last few years.  We stayed in one of them, the Scarlet, on Valentine's Day last year and we tried another of them, the Wanderlust, for Chris's birthday in December.  We took a room - it was called the Rusty Typewriter - and invited some friends for champagne and nibbles there before we all went down to the restaurant for dinner.  The restaurant is called Cocotte, and serves what it describes as rustic French food in a communal dining style.  This basically means that you can order large plates of things for the whole table - a bit like the way that Chinese food is served.  So, now to make you salivate; hopefully an easy task as the food was downright delicious.  We began with most of the starters on the menu - a bit like that scene in Pretty Woman when Richard Gere tells Julia Roberts over breakfast " I didn't know what you'd like so I ordered everything".  Talking of Pretty Woman, is it just me, or is that scene where she is wearing black undies under the hotel bathrobe and he hoists her up on to the piano keyboard one of the sexiest movie scenes ever?  It's in my top three.  The other two are the kitchen floor scene in 9 and 1/2 weeks and the one where Patrick Swayze  and Jennifer Grey dance together in his room before they go to bed together for the first time........


Moving on, and back to dinner (but that digression was fun, wasn't it?), we had:

  • Homemade pork rillettes
  • Pissaladiere
  • Chicken liver mousse
  • Fried tripe.  Well, obviously I didn't have any of this, given my food foibles, but those who did pronounced it utterly delicious. It was very un-tripey, which probably explains it, slow cooked until tender, dipped in breadcrumbs and then fried.  A sort of tripe goujon, I suppose.   
  • Pig's trotters - thankfully served off the bone, and turned into little crispy medallions.  Again, not for me, but everyone else said "yum".
  • Escargot gougeres.  Now I'm not normally a fun of the snail, but these were served as little profiterole sized choux buns, each containing a super garlicky buttery snail.  So garlicky in fact, that I suspect they were reared on a diet of garlic, and probably nothing else.
  • Mussels in cider cream sauce
And those were just the starters.  We moved on to steak tartare - a tricky dish to eat communally, but we managed - the most glorious roast chicken I have ever eaten, roast pork collar, which was meltingly delicious and cooked in a creamy Dijon mustard sauce, beef Bourguignon and navarin of lamb - and then cheese, followed by a cholesterol test for everyone before they left the restaurant.  To be fair, we passed on dessert, but only because a friend had given Chris a birthday cake, which we managed to polish off with the coffee.   Here is a picture of the Wanderlust hotel, and one of me in the room taking a picture of myself in the mirror. I know that's a bit poncey, but it's a designer hotel after all, so I must have been channelling the vibe. 

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More of my favourite things about Singapore in posts to come.  I hope this will keep you going for a while.  Thank you to those of you who wrote to tell me that my haiku on the prawn made them laugh.  Here's a haiku on hotels:


Just a place to stay?
Much more than that if well done
Like the Wanderlust.


A bientot.














Saturday, January 22, 2011

More food for thought

Singaporeans love a bargain, and they love to eat, so the factory outlets that sell foodstuffs are pretty popular.  The lovely Chris and I are partial to a spot of fish, so yesterday we popped off to the Fassler outlet in Woodlands.  Woodlands is in the north of the island, very close to the causeway to Malaysia.  Woodlands is very different from where we live, in central Singapore.  Its development started in the seventies and it has grown into a huge neighbourhood, with lots of high rises, but also lots of green space.  It's not for me, but it is popular with a number of expats, because  the American school is there.  It was pretty popular yesterday too, but there wasn't an expat in sight, apart from me.  When we decided to go, I had forgotten that we are just 10 days away from Chinese New Year and it hadn't struck me that Fassler would be any busier than on a normal weekend.  What was I thinking?  Turning into the street should have been the first clue.  Fassler is one of a number of outlets in the same street, but parking is not usually a problem.  Yesterday though, there were coaches parked along the length of the street, which had transported hordes of Singaporeans shopping for their Chinese new Year dinner.  


Normally, I am in and out of Fassler in 15 minutes  - 10 minutes to shop and 5 minutes to pack and pay.  This time, though, there were 50 people in front of me in the queue and only two tills operating (double the number of a normal trading day).  Think Oxford Street on Christmas Eve.  If anyone from Fassler reads this, can I suggest you hire in some temporary labour for the run up to CNY?  


I was very tempted to abandon my basket and go home, but apart from the fact that it took ages to get there because our sat nav wouldn't play the game - it seemed to think we were walking there and kept giving us completely inappropriate routes - I needed some of the stuff I was buying to cook dinner that night.  So I stuck with it, got chatting to my queue neighbours and had as good a time as you can have when you are stuck in a queue for 50 minutes without a phone (I had stupidly left it in the car and I had no idea where Chris had managed to park), a book, or any stimulation apart from a basket full of frozen fish. 


The dinner, though, was a great success, so it was all worth it in the end.  We had prawn and pomelo salad  - a personal favourite - salmon fish cakes made with salmon belly, followed by Nigella's sticky chocolate pudding.  I'm not really a pudding girl, but this was dead easy.  It's the first time I've ever made it, but I'll definitely do it again.  Using salmon belly was a first for me as well, and it was amazing.  The belly is much juicier than the centre cut fillets I usually buy and it produced the yummiest fish cakes.  Once CNY is over, I'll definitely go shopping for more.


Here's a recipe to get your taste buds tingling:

Prawn and pomelo salad
  • 1 large pomelo - I don't know how easy these are to find outside Asia, but you could try using a couple of pink grapefruit instead.  Keep the shells and serve the salad in them.
  • 200g cooked prawns - peeled and de-veined.  I like to use big ones and chop them into 3 or 4 pieces, but leave a whole one for garnishing each serving
  • a handful of chopped dry roasted peanuts.  You can use almonds or hazelnuts instead if you prefer, but it is important to toast the nuts in a dry frying pan to maximise the flavour
  • a handful of chopped fresh mint leaves and coriander 
  • 2 tablespoons finely chopped shallot or red onion
  • 3 tablespoons of Thai fish sauce, mixed with 3 tablespoons of lime juice.  Most recipes call for a bit of sugar in the dressing, but I leave it out
  • 2 tablespoons of dry roasted grated coconut
  • some finely chopped red chillis - as much or as little as you like
Make sure you leave all the pith behind when you get the fruit out of your pomelo (probably a bit harder with a grapefruit, but worth the effort).  Separate the segments out into little bits, with your hands or a knife, add everything else except the nuts.  Toss it all together and add a sprinkle of nuts to the finished article.  Enjoy!

My friend Steve is not a fan of the nut of the coco, and you can of course leave out the coconut if you like, but it won't be the same.  I feel a haiku in praise of the prawn coming 0n.

Strange little pink thing
Delicious with pomelo
And with mango too.




















Friday, January 21, 2011

Food for thought

The New Year is off and running - halfway through January already - and the lovely Chris pointed out to me yesterday that I had not published a post since October. He's right of course, and while I was thinking "Easy for you to say", it did bring me up short and make me put finger to keyboard this morning.
You're probably thinking that I write a lot about food in this blog, and you're not wrong.  Well, we live in Singapore after all, and food is one of the two favourite national pastimes, the other being shopping, as demonstrated by the queues outside designer shops and the world's highest handbags per capita ratio (I'm guessing about that statistic, but it's probably pretty close to the truth).


On the food front, let's start with last night's dinner.  TLC and I were shopping near Orchard Road, browsing in Park Mall (one of Singapore's older malls, and very different from the new kids on the block, but full of really interesting furniture shops if you're interested in modern design) and decided to have dinner out.  There was a food court, as with all shopping malls, but it was Friday night and we fancied something with tablecloths, so we looked around and came across that rarest of eateries, a vegetarian Chinese restaurant.  Given my previous experience of Chinese vegetarian food, I was dubious, and a couple of  thoughts sprang to mind - it's a normal Chinese restaurant, but run by a vegetarian; it serves vegetarian food alongside the chicken feet; it serves vegetables - but I was wrong.  In fact, the Classic Lao Di Fang Vegetarian Restaurant, to give it its full name, was a revelation.  Nothing on the menu was made from meat or fish, although most things looked as if they were.  


We had three different dim sum to start.  The dumplings were delicious but the pretend pork in the barbecue pork buns was disappointing.  We also had vegetarian Peking duck, which was an interesting experience.  As we were munching, a thought flitted through my head, as thoughts are wont to do.  Why is it still called "Peking duck" and not "Beijing duck"?  


Among other delights on the menu were:
  • Vegetarian fish soup
  • Marmite with spare ribs (honestly)
  • Shark's fin and crabmeat
and my absolute favourite - crispy suckling pig.  Excellent fun, but if you want really delicious vegetarian food in Singapore, head for Little India.  




The scene of the slime crime
At the other end of the food spectrum was New Year in France. France is about as vegetarian friendly as China, I reckon, but we did have a wonderful New Year's Eve dinner with friends in a restaurant called Gayda.  New Year's Eve is a big thing in France, with most people organising a great big dinner at home with friends.  The meal typically features oysters, as did the New Year's Eve menu at Gayda.  Bizarrely, given my horror of all things slimy on the food front, I'm pretty partial to oysters, but two of our guests were not, so I phoned up in advance to ask if they could have something else.  The staff are lovely, and told me it would be no problem.  One of our guests was French, and so not at all  fazed when the replacement for the oysters turned out to be duck tartare!  Our other friend decided to pass on that course, but the duck tartare got picked up by the rest of the table (apart from me) who pronounced it utterly delicieux.  The meal was fabulous, in fact, as was the whole evening.  Dinner was followed by dancing and when our taxi arrived at 1 am, we were the first to leave.  I must be getting old.........