Piers’ chilli plant

Piers just bought a chilli plant of all things.

We were at Sainsbury’s shopping for our dinner when he saw them for sale and got all excited.

 

Chilli plant

 

Piers likes eating spicy food. His tolerance level is about on par with the average Singaporean, which is quite remarkable for an ang moh.

Anyway, our dinner was homemade burgers and he used his first chilli harvest in the patties.

 

Making burgers

 

When I went into the kitchen to take photos, I saw the amount of meat he was marinating.

“How many burgers are you planning to make, TEN??” I said.

“Don’t be silly,” he said, “This is two burgers.”

Do men overestimate their appetites or what?

He ended up making five patties with his 1kg (2.2 pounds) of meat, which is crazy, but I guess better than two patties weighing 500g each.

 

Burger patties

 

But then, he ate two of them, both totalling 454g (1 pound), so maybe he didn’t overestimate himself all that much, but that doesn’t make him any less crazy.

They were really delicious, though. Juicy and full of flavour.

 

Yummy juicy burger patties

 

I only ate one and I was so full up I couldn’t eat my curly fries after it.

Thick fat burgers always look deceptively manageable, so don’t underestimate them.

 

Yummy juicy burger

 

On a side note, I love Sainbury’s because I got my pink eggs there!

 

Ella Valentine Eggs

 

Okay they’re not really pink. Only the container is pink. But that’s good enough, I suppose.

They’re supposed to be good for baking (I don’t know how) but I’m not using them for baking (yet).

I have been slowly pinkifying Piers’ apartment, putting cutesy decorations here and there, over time.

Recently, I made him buy a pink kitchen linen set consisting of oven gloves, apron and tea towels, saying that I’ve decided to become his personal cook for my new hobby, so I need them.

(It’s a nicer way of appointing him guinea pig for my food experiments but he doesn’t have to know that!)

 

Pink!

 

I saw lovely pink cooking utensils at Waitrose recently. They’ve got like pink knives and spatulas and whatnot.

But I’m going back to Singapore in less than two weeks, so there isn’t much time left for me to indulge in my new hobbies (cooking and pinkifying Piers’ apartment).

Will buy the pink utensils next time I’m back in England! (Don’t tell Piers.)

I wonder if Bob will still be alive when I return in December.

Oh, Bob is the chilli plant. I’ve named him that cos Piers wants to call it Chilli Chill Chill but I think that’s a stupid name. Plants need proper names to feel normal so they don’t develop complexes as they grow up!

Keep your fingers crossed for Bob’s survival!

These balls were made for eating

I haven’t done a food post in a while because I’m getting bored with photographing my food before eating.

But my blog feels hungry today, so I went to dig up some old food pictures. Haha.

[You're hungry]

This fine-looking specimen of epicurean delight is, unfortunately, only available in KL, Malaysia.

I know, I’m kinda evil.

[You're getting hungrier]

I don’t know what they call this dish exactly (because my friend did all the ordering) but it’s self-made noodles and also comes in soup form.

[You're now thirsty]

The good news is that it’s not really that nice (to me) so I don’t think you’ll miss much if you don’t get to eat it.

It’s not horrible. It’s just normal tasting. But, for some reason, it’s very very popular with the locals. They drive miles to come to this backwater place just to wait 45 minutes for their food. No kidding.

[They ran out of umbrellas very quickly]

[Some people didn't get umbrellas]

Since we had to wait so long for our food, I engaged in the only entertainment available at that time and place.

[Who?]

Camwhoring.

But it was so windy and the wind was threatening to turn me into Sadako so I stopped. I went to check out the other entertainment, instead.

[It was his turn to take a bath]

LOL. There’s a car wash service just beside the noodle place. Motorists can have their car washed for a few ringgit while they sit around waiting for their food.

Not too shabby, is it?

While most people flock to the place for the noodles, what I found really good was the side dish:

[Many people lost their balls that day]

These are to-die-for, to-queue-up-for pork balls. Best pork balls I’ve eaten. I will wait 45 minutes for them, especially when they come with a complimentary jar of a very disgusting looking chilli concoction.

[But the tongue burning was worth it]

It doesn’t look that awful after you scoop it out into a little dish and hide the jar.

[The dish trembled at the strength of the chilli]

The chilli’s very hot (you can feel it burning the moment it touches your tongue) but it tastes damn good. You can’t stop dipping your balls in the chilli even when it starts killing you.

Well, my Malaysian friend said not to tell anyone the address of this place because he says waiting 45 minutes for his noodles is enough for him and he doesn’t want to have to wait 90 minutes.

LOL.

But I’ll offer a clue. Here’s a road sign:

[It was a bright and beautiful day]

The road leads to the food place… eventually.

It’s only a little way in lah.

Shit, I just hate doing food posts. Now I’m hungry again.