Move aside samba…

Coz I prefer sambal. I can’t live without sambal. I tried and I couldn’t.

This sambal from Rex, in Singapore. It used to be too delicious but now the standard has dropped significantly.

Indonesians make the best and out of this world sambals. I had this at Batam. After a yummilicious spa outing with my bestfriend sometime last week.

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The secret lies in…

The last indulgence I had at Secret Recipe. This is choco-berry-cheesecake. Thereafter, we got news that their supplier punked on them by supplying them with some non-halal ingredients. Should I boycott Secret Recipe then? Of course not. The products in question are the cakes, which for a while I can always lay off while waiting for the official statement from Secret Recipe itself. There are other menus in the restaurant chain that can feed me halal and hence there is no reason for any outcry to boycott secret recipes or whatever.

Just like the case with the Christian groups performing their da’wah here and now Secret Recipe etc… Melatah seems to be the most feasible reactions here in the case of being poked in any part of their social life. For me, what is more grave for them to melatah about is the fact that Malaysia ranked amongst the top ten in the world for alcohol consumption. Faith issues aside, imagine how many thousand livers have been damaged to reach that ranking.

Between priority and drama, which is more important here, I wonder.

Btw, the cake was delicious.

Piece of heaven

Birds of a feather flock together. Or rather, their radar seems to attract one another. As a foodie, my daily staple of blog readings would never be complete without going through some food blogs. They are my morning juice, rhetorically. Some of them soon became favourites and then the owners of these blogs became online friends. One of the food blogs I was attracted to some years back was that of Madame Ovenhaven. Through her blog, I followed a link in the comment box and landed myself at CherryOnACake. And that’s where I am getting at.

It was love at first sight. Food, photography and all things pretty–she had the winning combination in the right proportions. I couldn’t get through a day without dropping by her site (and salivate and oohed and aahed), to the point that I banned myself from going there during Ramadan. What was more awesome, I realised that she lives in the same neighbourhood as I do! Food cupid got their targets right this time.

Anyway, she recently ordered something from me (which I will go to it later) and I had gone over to her place to send them. This owner of Cherry On a Cake, whom I call Aunty Zurin is a really pretty lady and if I hadn’t known that she’s a grandmother, I would have called her ‘Kak Zurin’. If I had thought her blog was pretty, the person behind it was even prettier!

Aunty Zurin gave me the box below.When I opened it, I giggled gleefully. I was like a child presented with a box of candies. In it were 4 pieces of neatly cut Brownies as shown in my previous post. I pinched a bit, with the intention of only tasting it as I had just taken lunch. But that was a grave mistake. I took a bite after that, and then another and then another and then… with my mouth covered with crumbs, I *burp*, alhamdulillah.

I died and had gone to Brownie Heaven. Aunty Zurin said she didn’t make them Brownies. Her sons did. Like mother like sons. All of them in conspiracy to ruin my diet, I suspect. And the diets of many more women who have trouble controlling themselves when presented with a piece of heaven like I did.

Would you like to taste some?

Her sons behind The Brownie Bars take orders. Give them a tinkle between 2 to 4 days in advance. The number is on the pic in this post. And if you don’t, I think you would die regretting. Like seriously.