Archive for the ‘breakfast/brunch’ Category
My post-stomach flu weight loss was for naught since I spent all of last weekend indulging in some of the tastiest food I’ve had in awhile. From beer spiked with kalamansi and pandan to a late night supper of marmite pork ribs and moon hor fun (boo I forgot my camera, guess I’ll have to go again) to a Sunday brunch of dim sum, I was living the Singapore life last weekend.
I have to say, it was pretty nice.
Sunday brunch was not what I had initially intended. In fact, I told Sarah that I was down for lunch as long as it included pancakes or waffles. But theeeeeen, in between bites of pork ribs, I asked Vinny’s buddy, Anand, (he of butter crab fame) where I should have brunch the next day and he said Red Star Restaurant. And seriously. If someone takes you to butter crab and then introduces you to shrimp paste fried chicken, you’re gonna take his brunch suggestion to heart and throw those darn pancakes right out the window.
Bleh. I can barely look at these pictures without being a little bit queasy. We had so many eggs this past Saturday! My cholesterol must be outta control.
Learning how to cook eggs is important though. It’s a basic skill that any home chef should have. Also, eggs are good. It’s only around number 3 where you start feeling kinda gross.
Chef Francois shows us how an omelet is done.
Does your work make you do self assessments? Mine does.
To make myself feel better I refueled with some french toast made using the brioche from breadmaking class (I put it in the fridge which I keep at near-freezing). Two slices dipped in an egg mixture jazzed up with black sugar (my best guess? unprocessed cane sugar – tastes more molasses-y sorta like palm sugar), kalamansi (lime) juice, and vanilla extract. Fry it up and drizzle low fat vanilla yogurt spiked with cinnamon and then top it with frozen blueberries and a drizzle of honey. Yuuuum.
I finished my self assessment in record time. Coincidence? I think not.
I’ve been on a cooking spree lately. It’s a bit more ‘spency (too much slang? read: expensive) but it’s nice to know what’s going into your food sometimes. Plus it’s kind of a nice way to unwind. I’m not doing anything too complicated in the kitchen. After all, I have exactly 1 pot, 1 pan, and 2 burners at my disposal. This past week I made chicken adobo using chicken wings that I picked up at the supermarket.
In a moment of genius I opted to use the leftovers to make some adobo fried rice. Not quite as fancy as the adobo fried rice omelettes of Las Vegas fame ( it was a moment of genius coupled with laziness) but still a nice way to wrap up a day of Sunday housecleaning.
- rice (I used brown but white rice is a-ok)
- garlic, minced
- chicken adobo leftovers (shred the chicken, pick out the peppercorns)
- green onion, chopped (just for looks really :D)
No measurements for the rice and adobo. I made one medium sized bowl of it and used the meat of 2 chicken wings, 3 tablespoons full of adobo sauce, and a heaping scoop of rice. Fried rice is pretty forgiving so do whatchu want in whatever proportions you want.
- Add a little oil to a hot pan and throw in the minced garlic (I used 1 tsp).
- Add the chicken and adobo juices. It might be a bit watery so let the juices cook down a bit (stir constantly to avoid burning).
- Throw in the rice and mix like you mean it.
- When its heated through and mixed well, take it off the heat.
- Throw on the green onions and take a picture.
If you’re not lazy, you could make this into a Japanese style omelet (aka omurice) with the rice in the middle and an omelet wrapper. If you’re only moderately lazy you can add scrambled eggs to the mix (cook beforehand and add unless you want to eat brown eggs).
Yah, this post is totally about Dempsey Hill again.
Before we got into the eats, let’s talk about my arduous journey to get there. I live on the East side of the island which I heart very much. One of the things that I do not heart is that I live on a road that is often closed off and used for marathons, races, and other annoying fitness related activities that I do not care to partake in. When I say ‘closed off’ I mean that they turn off the bus service that feeds into and out of my area. Take the MRT you say? Yah, there is no MRT where I live.
This means during these marathons and races and whatsits I’m pretty much trapped. Not cool. The only way out is by taxi and everyone is scrambling for them so you’re best bet is to call for one. Total taxi fare from my humble abode to Dempsey Hill: SGD17. Ouch.
Whatevs though. I’m getting my darn pancakes – raceathon be damned.
I can’t recall ever making a post about a restaurant in my hometown. If you haven’t read the About page it will be news to you that I’m from the Central Valley. People like to ask me fun questions like – are you from Northern California or Southern California? Erm. Central. Central – where is that exactly? Like, in the center. Pull up a Google map of California, close your eyes, and aim for the center. There. That’s my adopted hometown.*†
I like to round up the High School bffs every once in awhile. It’s nice to catch up and laugh about how lame high school was and how terrible we dressed and how cool we thought we were. We don’t see each other often but it’s easy to get together and pick up right whereever we left off last.