Mid-Autumn Festival. Zhongquijie. Lantern Festival. Mooncake Festival.By whatever name, I love everything associated with this seasonal festival - the celebrations, the myths, the mooncakes!Especially the mooncakes.
There is definitely no shortage of variety and versions here. Creativity and imagination run amok as restaurants, hotels and pastry chefs promote their idea of a new and improved mooncake with new and different flavours, fillings, textures, even shapes (!).Somehow, I think of these re-invented mooncakes as experiments. Oftentimes, quite horrific failed experiments even.
In the end, I really want my mooncake as I have always known it.
With the familiar baked skin complete with its imperfections because a pair of hands worked on it. With the smooth lotus paste filling, just this side of too oily and too sweet.
Rolled up in a stack of 4 on plain white paper contrasted against Chinese Red and Gold decorative prints. Or packed in no-frills boxes of 4. And all stacked into brown paper bags carrying the company name.
In my books, the three masters of old-school mooncakes are (listed in no particular order):
On the occasion of his bigsixoh, we threw the best birthday dinner party we knew how.
Not for this man the usual grim and glum food and drinks with the folks, young and old. And talk about the good old days.
Because the good days are not in the past. It is in the here and now.
And so, with the support and help of talented friends, we got ourselves a night of
*fine dining ( Table@7), *great wines (private collectors), *mesmerising bellydance (special appearance by G) *dazzling burlesque-cabaret show (my fabulous showgirls), *memorable keepsake of the night in pictures (amiphotography) . I'd like to think that the fun and friendship will last for a long time after the party is over.
I know I will remember all of you. Especially the friends who made it possible.
The restaurant is new. The players are not. Their culinary expertise is firmly established but their gastronomic creations continue to surprise with new dimensions.
Table@ 7 opened to rave reviews in April, and its popularity continues to grow from strength to strength.
We've been to the restaurant too many times to count, with too many friends to mention. Each time, we come away happy.
So it went without saying that the man celebrated his special birthday dinner party at this special restaurant. The restaurant worked closely with us in every way to make the party exactly as we wanted it.
We wanted cabaret. We got cabaret. Heh. Table@7 is located at: 7 Mohamed Sultan Road, S 238957 Tel: 68366362 Mobile: 8338 6362 website: tableat7.com
So "they" (mysterious powers that be) withdrew the video clips of bellydance performance I thought were wonderful and posted here. I get some mumbo jumbo reason as to why they are no longer available. So I searched again. And found these two clips, which I post here until "they" withdraw again for some other or maybe same mumbo jumbo reasons. Some bits in the videos cover the performances I thought were great. Of course, there are plenty I would have loved to share but are not in these clips. But there you are.
was the month I spent too much time thinking, just thinking, of ways to escape the clutches of wretched souls who seek to subsume the life I have made for myself. I was distracted, ineffective, unproductive. Unfinished business was starting to pile up.
Not anymore. I am myself again. I am back. Because I accepted the fact that wretched people will always be with me. And so, having realised that they are a constant in my life, I can move on. So long as I never underestimate the ability of such wretched people to subsume me with their wretchedness, I will be alright.
I have not started to write in my closed blog. It isn't a pressing matter anymore. You will hear from me when I get it up and running; I have not forgotten you :)
Mid-Autumn Festival. Zhongquijie. Lantern Festival. Mooncake Festival.By whatever name, I love everything associated with this seasonal festival - the celebrations, the myths, the mooncakes! Especially the mooncakes.
