Growing up, I have always believed in the healing power of soup and porridge.
From Atta’s chicken soup that Amma had never been able to master to Amma’s garlic-laden rassam. From our neighbourhood’s Bubur Kacang Ijo (50c per plastic) to Bubur Ayam ($1.1 per box). From the Mamak Soup place in Serangoon, Uncle and Aunty used to take Amma and me to Chettinad’s (the restaurant on Race Course Road) Crab Rassam.
Now, living in Australia, I am adding Pho and Chai to the list.
Especially in the biting Winter.
Because Winter belongs to Pho and Chai.
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