Chwee Kueh & Coffee

As much as I don't mind the bracing cold of winter, I prefer walking out of the house in slippers and not having to pile on the layers and a coat. Heavy lah. Today, it was almost a pleasure to feel the sizzling morning sun on the skin. I wonder if Laneway will turn out sunny or become RainWay like last year. So many people are taking no chances, and going to be dressed for a storm. Let's hope this year won't be a repeat of 10 friggin' hours in a non-stop downpour. I'll not enjoy that.

Skipped the tai chi session with the old folks, but scrambled out of bed early to satisfy a craving for chwee kueh (literally, water cakes.) If there's a dish that I don't bat an eyelid at the ridiculous amount of oil used to soak the preserved radish and keep it moist, it's chwee kueh. To Bedok it was. I like this stall's mix and flavors of salty chai poh (preserved radish) and chilli that's actually a rich sort of spicy, rather than a thinner belachan sort. I bring spocks along each time I intend to eat chwee kueh. The stall gives out 2 thin sticks for customers to eat with. I don't know how to use them. Not bothered to order other food with chopsticks and spoons to utilize. Spocks are best.

10 chwee kuehs all to myself. It was brunch! That would be the only food item necessary. I was very pleased. The man didn't bother with it and went straight for the Malay food from the very decent and traditional stalls at this hawker centre next to the bus interchange and train station.

Then it was off for a quick stroll at Tiong Bahru to say hi to the various friends who were in the area for various purposes. We also stared at the makeshift pop-up (in front of Books Actually) old-school-new-hands barber 'shop'. They had put 2 barber chairs along the corridor, and opened for 'business'. An event, a promotion of some sort. Didn't ask. We didn't walk across to check out what was going on. Coffee called. Needed a good cup of caffeine. Grabbed a cup of dependable flat white from Forty Hands.