What's Cooking! (Jul 2009)

Pounding the fried peanuts to be the fillings for Ban Jiang Kueh/Min Jiang Kueh


Don't look very good la.. But the taste is there can le. :D


Kueh DaDar. I didn't have enough pandan leaves to pound to get the essence, and that's why my crepes come out yellowish instead of green. But good friend Linli bought me two bottle and sent them to me! So the next time I do this, it'll be in green!

尖东 - Daniel's Birthday Dinner

Well.. It was a last minute decision by Daniel (Marcus' colleague and our good friend here) to treat a whole bunch of us to dinner at 尖东.

Eating here is totally a unique eating experience. First of all, there is a three-story building built by the river. The building is where you will sit and eat your dinner, and there is a kitchen on the first floor. Instead of having tanks and tanks of fresh seafood for you to choose from, there is a line of vendors hawking their fresh seafood for you.


A view of the river delta


The line of hawkers with their seafood in pails/basins/styrofoam boxes


Lots of different kinds of fish for you to choose




Water Beetles anyone?


Abalones

So after you have decided on what seafood you want, and haggled on the price and paid for your fresh ingredients, you can choose to either bring it home to cook or eat at the restaurant. You will bring your seafood into the kitchen, and instruct them on how you want each dish to be cooked: steamed with garlic, steamed (original flavour), fried, boiled to be soup etc.

Then you proceed to your tables, your food will be served, and you will be billed at the end of the meal.

To me, the most interesting thing about the place was how the seafood were placed out for your choice. And that's why I only have pictures of that. Oh, and also, cause my fingers were dirty from eating crabs, prawns, scallops etc that I did not want to dirty my camera! :D

And then, it was off to KTV, before calling it a night at close to 2am.. :D Happy Birthday Daniel! Hope you enjoyed your birthday celebration with us!

A visit to a temple in the middle of 广州北京路步行街

During one of the our weekends, we went into Guangzhou together with Xiaoting and Daniel. And we visited a Chinese Temple.

This Chinese Temple is located right smack in the middle of 北京路步行街.


Row of shops, and storefronts looking back at you. Did you spot anything?


This, is the entrance to the temple from the pedestrian street (Beijing Road)


One of the trees in the backyard of the temple


I don't know what this is though


The backyard of the temple. There is a basketball court there too


We were discussing whether was this for hitting a bell, or whatever it's purpose is


The place housing the statues of the gods.


A peek into the interior


This building houses some other statues.


One of the supporting pillars of the temple building


Comparison of the traditional and old building, compared to the swanky shopping centre built next to it




Very blue skies that day


Some stone with chinese wordings


A sink for you to wash your hands


Stone with text worn out by the elements

A trip to the hospital

Marcus was down with diarrhea, and after two days of constant bombing of the toilet bowl and self-medication, we decided to visit the doctor.

Now, don't get us wrong. The reason why we did not visit the doctor earlier is that here if Foshan, there are no GPs and no polyclinics. When you are sick, regardless of the severity of your illness, you visit the hospital.

For those back in Singapore who thought our hospitals are bad compared to other countries, honestly you are in a case of 生在福中不知福. Here, there is this ultimate cure-all medicine known as THE DRIP. Fever? Drip. Vomiting? Drip. Headache? Drip. Flu? Drip. Runny nose? Drip. Gastric? Drip. You get my drip? Erm, I mean drift.


This is the dripping area. Haha. Okie, that's just my own name for it. At the wall section, there are baby cots for young children who are on drips. Older kids and adults sit on these wooden chairs and be put on drips. Elderlies, there are beds behind us where they are dripped. Yeah. lots of dripping occur here.


Look at how they hang the saline bags


So back to the 'I-don't-even-know-which-era-I-should-name'


Look at my poor boy. Dunno if it's due to his dressing, or the dripping, or the air. He looks super china chinese uncle here in this picture lor!