I had been full before I even stepped into Marco Padang Peranakan, but by the end of the meal, I was high on food and childhood memories.…
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New traditions and memories ━ all thanks to a plate of Nasi Campur Medan and loved ones who are equally obsessed with it.…
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Amma hugged me, enveloping me with her love. I wish I could put that motherly love into the recipe box and keep it with me forever.…
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“Is this the Intan house?” I asked the taxi driver. He shrugged and pointed at the GPS “This is the address you gave ah, miss” he replied. A minute later and a few Singaporean dollars poorer, I cautiously tapped on the blue-doored house. Ready to be shouted by a random house owner. The door cracked,…
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It wasn't until recently that I realized that I have Peranakan culture influence in my life, from my favorite dish to the dress grandma wore.…
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I am, just back from spending the Diwali weekend in Jakarta, and what am I doing? Complaining about Kue Bangkit while munching on it.…
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