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CM’s Food Porn #51

CM (Classmate) is a Cantonese Chinese man. His ancestors hailed from Canton, China and being typical Cantonese, he has a discerning palate.

This explains his quest for good food.

Today he shared his what he had last Friday or lunch and dinner.

Lunch is his favorite Japanese and he decided to have sake to accompany it.

When I asked why he ate sparingly for this meal, he said that he was having a big dinner at 5pm as he found a new eatery.

He indeed tucked into a bowl of double boiled soup of shitake mushroom with pork and fish maw. Cantonese love their soups and enjoy clear broths to rejuvenate selves.

For protein fix, he had a huge serving of HainaneseChicken rice and a serving of braised doufu with mushrooms and brocolli.

Yup..CM never stinges on food and I am amazed that he is not fat but normal in size.

I am just jealous! Haha!

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Don’t you hate those forwarding to X number of people chain messages or face death?

This kind of race is the best!

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Fish I “Caught”

Haha! I literally did not catch this fish with a hook, line or sinker.

What I meant was that, I bought this cooked fish from my usual favorite Thai Restaurant that serves awesome Thai food.

Although I was disappointed that the regular 3 ladies who used to work there and knew us so well, had returned to their home countries of Myanmar and Thailand. After 3 years there, each of them decided to return home to attend to their ageing parents.

I miss their smiles and attentiveness. The replacement staff were aloof and not quite sure of service. They come from Malaysia and as I chatted them up, one of them told me she was quitting too as she found a job which needed her to work 5 days a week only.

The F & B sector will suffer as good service staff is hard to come by.

The fish I bought as takeaway is a deep fried Garoupa that is dribbled with mango salad and light sweet chilli sauce.

 

I do not buy fresh fish as I am not good at deboning it or scaling it. Fish needs to be gutted and although I can find the service staff at Cold Storage to do it, sometimes by the time I get to the supermarket, the fishes are already “red eyed” or not fresh by 9pm.

As I am working everyday, there is no way I can get to the supermarket by 8.30am where fish is at its freshest and my regular fish guy really treats me well as he guts, scales the fishes I choose carefully, in one piece and not messing it up like NTUC fish section folks.

Fish is a delicate item and if the knife used is not sharp or the person handling fish does not know fish anatomy well, I will end up with a fish as if Freddy Krueger had his hands on!

I once bought Ikan Kembong from NTUC and the fish after it was gutted and returned to me were really a sorry mess with its head almost dropping off and the stomach jaggered and squashed.

So I am resigned to buying fish treats from cooked food outlets or buying slabs of fish cuts of Barramundi or Snapper to steam and eat. I do not deep fry or cook large size fishes such as the one in the photo above.

I love eating fish and catching fish. But Buddhist tenets frown at my catching of fishes to eat.

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“One hot July day we found an old straggly cat at our door.

She was a sorry sight. Starving, dirty, smelled terrible, skinny and hair all matted down. We felt sorry for her and put her in a carrier and took her to the vet. She had no name so we named her Pussy.

The vet decided to keep her for a day or so and said he would let us know when we could come and get her.

My husband, [the complainer] said, “OK, but don’t forget to wash her, she stinks.”

My husband and my vet don’t like each other. He calls my husband El-cheap-O. My husband calls him El-Take-0. They love to hate each other.

Next day my husband had an appointment with his doctor, which was located next door to the vet. The doctor’s office was full of people waiting to see the doctor.

A side door opened and in leaned the vet; he had obviously seen my husband arrive. He looked straight at my husband, “Your wife’s pussy is finally clean and shaved. She now smells like a rose. And by the way, I think she’s pregnant. God knows who the father is!”

And he closed the door.”

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