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Sunday, 14 February 2010

SPECIAL EDITION - In Praise Of The Younger Man!



Happy Valentines' Day Everyone! 
Tigress, Panther, Leopard and Cougar ... there is no denying that youth has its distinct blessings 
 
SIMPLYFAB presents a reader's delightful essay: 
IN PRAISE OF THE YOUNGER MAN 


It's among one of those questions that pop up when your friends know you're seeing someone special - How did you meet? What does he do? Where is he from? and then ... How old is he? Now, I am not shy about my age so I am ready with the answer. Besides, with Chinese New Year upon us, it's easy to figure out the age difference when you mention the Chinese zodiacs we were born under. And invariably, when I say my guy is much younger than I am, eyes widen and the women go, wow! Nice! Great! The men are less enthusiastic, responding with Hmm..., Oh really?, How long have you been together?, and Ah, I see... Both genders are as likely to say, It's OK, age doesn't matter as long as he loves you.

I can't tell you why the genders respond differently. However, I can say I didn't start out wanting a younger man (or for that matter, an older one). One just sees what life throws at you, right? Well, Life threw me a younger man. I don't go about comparing younger men with older men, but I get asked a lot how does it feel to be dating a younger man. And truth is, I have discovered there are differences! If I had to sum it up in one sentence, I would easily say, Younger men have fewer insecurities. And boy, is that refreshing and a revelation!

* He doesn't cramp my style. 

Most of my dating life, I have dated men my age. And I realize now that people of the same (of either gender) are more likely to have the same cultural exposures, and that includes pop culture. Which is to say we have an opinion on just about everything we share, be that in music, celebrities, food, fashion, style or books. Friends of different ages have fewer similarities, which makes for very interesting encounters. Besides dating a younger man, I also tend to have older friends, ranging from 10-30 years older. And we have stimulating conversations as we're more accommodating, where each side is listening to the other party more -- there are fewer shared experiences so there are fewer interruptions, more questions, more enlightened moments. 

This is also true of my relationship. Compared to my previous (and obviously failed) relationships, we are listening to each other more. It also helps that we are from different backgrounds, Chinese and European, and often learning about each other's upbringing and cultural backdrops. So back to the point about fewer insecurities -- when I have a different opinion, he doesn't feel snubbed or peeved in the way I noticed boyfriends who were my age did. He finds my penchant for bags quite amusing rather than annoying. He doesn't ask how much or how little they cost or why I spend on so many bags. As far as he is concerned, it makes me happy and that's all that matters. Men our age seem to have an opinion on the bag, the brand, the look, the style, the trend, what it says about me and how it reflects on him.... I mean, enough already! I'm the one paying for and carrying the bag, right?  It's a bag, not your baggage! It's not pop psychology. Chill a little, you know. 

* He's not insecure about my financial independence.

My guy has no problem with me earning more, bearing more financial responsibilities at home. After all, I have had a longer successful career. I can't tell you how liberating that is! Boyfriend 1 was briefly unemployed and I supported both of us and his self-esteem plunged. He left me. Boyfriend 2 decided I was more successful in my career and he wasn't my equal and wanted to go overseas to prove himself and be someone successful. No matter that I told him I was dating him and not his career. Boyfriend 3 decided I was more successful in my career and should bear more responsibility and live off me. Needless to say, that didn't end well.

My guy decided I earn more, save more, manage it better and he will let me run the house and our finances. Light bulb moment. The man has no issues. It is said that most relationships fail when there's conflict over finances, so I know I got the Out-of-Jail card on this one. (This is a Monopoly reference, for those not in the know.) This is not to say we don't discuss finances together, of course, simply that we don't get into arguments about money. I get the final say, which is refreshing as a woman, knowing that women all over, in many generations, have had to relegate that responsibility to the other gender even if they were smart, for no reason other than gender. Financial security doesn't just mean earning enough and planning ahead. It also means we have control over how we want to spend our own money, without someone else watching over us or feeling guilty about how we spend our money. His lack of insecurity over my financial independence is a winner.

* He's not insecure about our career paths.

I am the kind of woman who gives everything when I decide, whether it is a job, a hobby or a man. So it is that I have offered to move countries, quit my job and follow my  man. With three ex-boyfriends, this was a problem somehow. It was a degree of commitment which scared them, as if they were now responsible to make things work, as if they couldn't break up with me after such a noble sacrifice should the relationship fail. It somehow fell on deaf ears that one, as a writer I could work anywhere; two, it was my decision to follow my passion and not their responsibility to make sure I succeeded; three, a life without risks is a life without rewards. So the relationships stalled with all the reservations and nay-saying. We couldn't take it to the next level.  

My guy doesn't have such issues. He knows I am closer to the end of my career than he is in his. He knows I am planning for a second career, as those closer to retirement are wont to do. He knows there are risks but that I have a financial buffer after such a long career. So he encourages my dreams, and is willing to change his career so we can be together. We're still planning but I can say it's liberating when your partner has total confidence in you, and supports your dreams. 

* He's not insecure about past boyfriends.

If anything, he is grateful I had them, good and bad, as it brought me where I am and ready for a relationship with him. He figures as I am older, I must have had more boyfriends than he has had girlfriends and it doesn't bother him. He has no insecurities about them as he figured if it had worked, we would still be together.

When I was with Boyfriend 4, he would have a fit if a male friend called or stayed over, as he was not a believer in platonic friendships. My work trips would wreck him with anxiety. In the end, I couldn't cope with his emotional insecurities. When Boyfriend 4 asked for my help, my guy had no issues with him and said the decision was mine. When Boyfriend 4 wanted to meet me, he had no problems with it and was more concerned about how I would feel as I was dumped. What a sweetheart! I couldn't wait to come home and hug him, tell him how happy I was to be with him. He asked about the meeting, and I had so little to say, simply because it didn't matter -- one was the past, and he was my future. 

Emotional maturity is a winner, at any age. 

* He is not into machismo.

My guy is so secure about himself he doesn't need to prove he is the man, or my man. He loves to cook, as do I, and has no problem taking charge of the kitchen. When I was sick earlier this year, he came home at lunch to cook for me. That night, he came home early and cooked me Spanish tapas so I wouldn't need to cook or even heat up leftovers and could eat the portions straight from the refrigerator the next day. We bring food to potluck parties and at the end of the evening, he is as likely to be the one sharing the recipes with the women around the table as likely as he would be on the balcony sharing a beer with the men. He is totally secure in his own skin, what's there not to love and lust about him?

* He is sensitive to the needs of my age.

There is only one aspect where he is sensitive about my age and that pertains to motherhood, in the most positive way. He asked one month into the relationship, if I was ready to be a mother and didn't want to wait, he was ready too. He understood the problems of fertility for a woman in her 40s and asked to meet my gynae. He is the only one I have dated who is open to adoption (many men are adverse to adopting) if we cannot conceive. Although media and trendy magazines talk of the older woman as a cougar having a boy toy, the truth is we only have loving sex rather than sexual gymnastics to see how many positions we can achieve and how long he can last. Forget the cliches, ladies! Nothing beats just simple loving sex. We're so happy to have found each other, we have nothing to prove. 

And lets not forget the statistics. Men die younger. We joke that we'd probably  die not too many years apart. And if we have kids, he will have the energy to chase after the little ones more than if he was my age. 

We're so comfortable with each other, we already forget there's an age gap between us. Sometimes, I even forget how much older I am. Age is just a number. I am blessed that I have always been proud of my age, at 17 or 40, and embraced life and ignored all the cliches. That attitude alone has kept me young! I can't say if I found the right man because he is younger, but I can certainly say dating a younger man has made me realize men my age and older have a lot more insecurities. I am blessed that at my age, I don't have to deal with an insecure man.  
So ladies, if you have any reservations, hesitate no more! Forget the cliches, shrug off the stigma. Time and tide wait for no man, and certainly no woman, either. Go live a little, and love a lot. Happy Valentines Day, for those who celebrate it. As for us, we will be making chocolate cupcakes at home. 

S. Pearl is 43 and a full-time writer, amateur photographer, travel-bug and foodie -- usually combining all four loves. She writes under a pen name.  Her dream is to be a full-time travel writer to meet more people and understand their history and culture, and to share hers.
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Sunday, 10 May 2009

SPECIAL EDITION FOR MOTHERS' DAY: Food Love!


I love to eat. So I learnt to cook. Simple meals for one at first, as a young adult striking out on my own in a foreign land. More elaborate, heartier fare in later years for an expanding circle of family and friends. 

In the past two years, I have cooked my way through many milestones: the birth of my son, the loss of my mother, a serious illness of another family member, moving house and country along the way, finally returning to Singapore. 

I cook best when I am happy. When I wasn’t, cooking got me through some bad times…made me feel useful, gave structure and sense to a crazy world in which I seemed to lurch from one crisis to another. Cookbooks – not valium – helped me to relax, gave me some much-needed shut-eye when I faced sleepless nights while recovering from a C-section, exhausted by the cycle of breastfeeding and burping baby, even as scary thoughts of mortality (mine and my loved ones) and what-if scenarios raced through my head. 

Just thinking about food makes me feel good. Pottering about the kitchen…slicing, dicing, mincing…the sizzle of garlic in hot oil, the comforting bubble of a slow braise…the whole process is rather like culinary yoga, far better and cheaper than therapy, with a tasty bonus thrown in at the end of a session. While I enjoy having the occasional pizza or curry delivered to my doorstep, cooking for those I love is the best gift I know. In that sense, it’s nice to know there’s a little bit of my mum in me. 

Mum, who did no more than boil water until she got married and moved to New York with my dad for a brief spell in the 1960s, learnt fast, since cooks and amahs were in short supply there then (and now). A wonderful cook, she dished out an array of Chinese, Indian, Malay, Western and some concoctions all her own, feeding us lovingly over the years. My fondest childhood memories involve coming home from school to Mum’s fried meehoon, fish congee or a giant omelette for lunch. I hold on to those memories, and the incomparable feeling of being loved, secure and safe from danger. 

Food love. Call me old-fashioned, call me names (please, anything but Martha Stewart), but preparing meals for my family isn’t just about feeding hungry mouths. It’s about…the look on my husband’s face when he digs into a second helping of curry and rice after a long day at work…that same look of contentment as my 2-year-old son chomps on a chicken drumstick. Now, I enjoy having a quick bite with my daughter, 3, when she gets back from playschool at lunchtime. Her face lights up when she sees we are having her favourite noodle dish, and she chatters away happily about everything and nothing in particular while we eat. I hope there will be at least one good memory in these modest moments of everyday life to sustain my loved ones when they need it most.

Food Love. No wonder, then, that Mum’s last words to hubby before she passed on, were: “Have you eaten dinner? You should go and eat something.” So, this Mother’s Day, and whenever I share a meal with those I love, I will think of her and resolve to live – and eat – well. 

Thanks Mum, for the lovely meals and loving memories. Your yong tau fu is, and always will be, the best.

- by lk
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Body: When the weight of the world gets too much ... it's Spa Time!


The weight of the world can be overwhelming at times, even for us 21st century ladies who like to think we’ve got it all figured out. How are we to handle the kids’ exam fever? 

What are they really being taught at school? Which social organisation is going to be taken over next through stealth tactics? And then there’s swine flu to top it all.


When the cares of the world just seem too much, maybe ‘tis time to hit the spa for a bit of pampering! 

Luckily for us, treatments abound that won’t send your bank account into the red. 

And since it’s Mother’s Day too, take mum along…make it a double treat and enjoy a bonding good time with the most important woman in your life. 

Willlow Stream Spa at Fairmont Hotel recently rolled out The Urban Retreat, a spa ‘n lunch package that costs a sweet S$120+ per person. 

This includes a choice of one treatment – take your pick from a stress relief massage, travel recovery massage, sports massage, customised deep cleansing facial or sensitive skin facial – which lasts at least 60 minutes, the use of spa facilities for the day, followed by a three-course lunch at Alligator Pear, their poolside restaurant. 

What’s more, the menu features fat-free, organically grown and nutritionally balanced ingredients flavoured with herbs from the hotel’s own green patch. Dishes include grilled tuna steak with capsicum compote; smoked salmon tagliatelle with fresh tomato and basil, and pina colada (comprising coconut, pineapple and lime sherbet). 
FYI, the package has a total retail value of up to S$308 nett. 

Where: 
Fairmont Singapore 
80 Bras Basah Road
Tel: 6431 5600 for appointments 
E-mail: willowstream.enquiries@fairmont.com


Grand Park City Hall’s Spa Park Asia has recently been renovated and relaunched, focusing on Asian therapies with a range of ‘oxygen-based spa products,’ TCM therapies are a highlight, including tui na (S$120 for 60 minutes), a massage using finger and palm pressure to promote the flow of qi; ba guan (S$60 for 30 minutes) – also known as ‘cupping’ – to improve blood circulation and rid the body of toxins; and guan sha (S$60 for 30 minutes), which treats chronic ailments such as tense muscles and qi congestion. 

For a spot of economic downturn wellness, sign up for its Refresh & Restore promotion (S$99 until 31 May) comprising a 60-minute body massage and a 25-minute Body Polish or 15-minute foot massage. 

There’s also its signature treatment, Park Indulgence (S$180), a two-hour session that consists of a massage using a variety of Asian massage techniques, hydrating body polish and body masque.

Where: 
Grand Park City Hall
10 Coleman Street
Tel: 6593 6938/39 for appointments

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Book - Mum Or Not, Here Are Some Good Reads For You


With four people jostling for shelve space in a family that’s addicted to book buying, it’s a constant tussle to find room for my motley collection of books – which continues to expand, with the latest addition of age-appropriate books for moi. 

Whether you’re a mum - Yummy Mummy, Soccer Mom or Mummy Dearest (!) - or not, you’re quite likely to find something worth reading among the following motherhood-themed books. At any rate, everybody has a mum, so happy Mother’s Day to all of you!

‘Fast-Food’ Read For Busy Bodies
I really enjoyed reading
Mums: A Celebration of Motherhood, a delightful collection of fiction and memoir from some of Britain’s best-loved writers. It’s great for dipping into now and then, whenever there’s a five-minute interval in between school runs, meal prep, cleanups and other household distractions.

From one-page musings to slightly longer stories (20-odd pages is the maximum length), this lovely celebration of motherhood features stories and personal recollections by well-known figures such as authors Alexander McCall Smith and Joanna Trollope as well as ‘domestic goddess’ Nigella Lawson, interspersed with touching and amusing snippets from famous names like parenting expert Miriam Stoppard and ‘celebrity mum’ Arabella Weir.

My favourite tale in the book is by McCall Smith, whose best-selling series – the No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency, which is set in Botswana -- features the sensible and engaging Precious Ramotswe, the “traditionally built” female sleuth with a nose for detection and a heart of gold. In his story, Mma Ramotswe and her sidekick Mma Makutsi share a contemplative and touching moment as the former tries to recall what little she can about her mother, who died when she was just a baby.

From inspirational mums to magical mums, reluctant mums and mums behaving badly, this treasure trove written for mothers, by mothers, reflects many voices from across the generations and truly is a glorious celebration of motherhood. Brilliant for busy bodies (literally) who want a ‘fast-food’ read that’s quick and satisfying. Plus, proceeds from the book go to children’s charity PiggyBankKids.

Mums: A Celebration of Motherhood
Edited by Sarah Brown and Gil McNeil
S$22.50/Borders (also available at other major bookstores)



One To Cherish, Savour, Re-read And Share
Maya Angelou, one of my all-time favourite authors, writes with such warmth, candour and humility. The power of her words to move, entertain and delight is evident in
Letter to my Daughter -- her first original collection of writing to be published in 10 years -- which is memoir, guidebook, poetry and inspirational wisdom all rolled into one.

In her own inimitable style, she painfully recalls an episode of physical abuse at the hands of a former suitor; extolls honesty and decries vulgarity; not-so-gently chides and laughs at herself for behaving badly (albeit unwittingly) at a dinner party in an unfamiliar cultural setting; and dispenses down-to-earth advice on living well and with meaning.

Poet, writer, performer, educator and civil-rights activist – these are among the many hats that Angelou wears. Here in the book are glimpses of the eventful life that led her to an exalted place in the American literary scene and taught her lessons in kindness and strength of character along the way. Angelou was brought up by her grandmother in segregated Arkansas, went to live her more worldly and less religious mother at the age of thirteen, and grew up to be an awkward, six foot-tall teenager whose first experience of loveless sex paradoxically left her with her greatest gift, a son. Letter To My Daughter is dedicated to the daughter she never had but sees all around her.

This is a book to cherish, savour, reread and share. If you enjoyed it, check out these other works by the same author including her bestselling autobiographies, beginning with I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings; a cookbook, Hallelujah! The Welcome Table; and five poetry collections, including I Shall Not Be Moved.

Letter to my Daughter
By Maya Angelou
S$46.53 (hardcover) from Kinokuniya (also available at other major bookstores)



Alpha Mums Manage To Have It All

Those of you who love books in the self-improvement/empowerment vein will like this one: Women at the Top: Powerful Leaders Tell Us How to Combine Work and Family, by Diane F. Halpern and Fanny M. Cheung.

Readers learn about the work histories, motivation, leadership styles, mentors and family backgrounds of a diverse group of top-level women. About 60 female leaders of the world’s top organisations – these include the President of Old Navy/Gap, the Chairman of Deloitte & Touche, the Vice-President of IBM operations, a Supreme Court Judge in China and the President of Hong Kong’s Legislative Council – share compelling accounts of their efforts to balance work and family life. The book also touches on strategies for success (eg scaling back, juggling), the need for social support and the importance of cultural context.

Read this for some fresh perspective on successful multi-tasking for the modern, working mum. And for some reassuring reminders of what we already know in our hearts: that women can be good mothers and workers, we shouldn’t be guilty about the decisions we make that are best for our family, we should set goals for family life as we do for work, and we should be clear about our priorities.

Women at the Top: Powerful Leaders Tell Us How to Combine Work and Family
By Diane F. Halpern and Fanny M. Cheung
S$52.88 (hardcover from Kinokuniya (also available at other major bookstores)


-by lk
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Binge - Free Sweets for Moms at Three Monkeys



Dishing out a good deal for Mother’s Day is the newly opened 3-Monkeys Café at Holland Village, located along the same shophouse row as the banks. Mums and Grandmas alike get a free dessert for every main course ordered this Sunday, 10 May.

The restaurant has a kid-friendly jungle themed atmosphere where the monkeys that you choose to celebrate with can go ape around rather than sit up straight and behave throughout the entire meal. 

More than just bananas, there is a good variety to choose from in terms of main course eats as they have a unique variety of American, Mexican, Italian and Asian. All No Pork and No Lard, great if you are still worried about swine flu!

In terms of mains, we recommend the Mighty Joe Burger – a juicy five-inch tall, 230g flame-grilled Australian beef patty with double cheese and double ham, garlic prawn sizzler with king prawns and fragrant chunks of garlic served in a sizzling hot plate or the chicken, beef, shrimp or combo fajitas served with warm tortillas, sour cream, guacamole and salsa. 

There is a wide selection of burritos, tacos and quesadillas too, as the Mexicana flavour here prevails. 

 









If it’s a more Asian flavour that you are after, the Indonesian nasi goreng and the Thai tom yam are excellent! 

The 3-Monkeys team also does a mean choice of blended extra-fruity drinks, all yummilicious.






For dessert (mum’s comes free), think towering ice cream sundaes, an array of brownies, banana splits, crepe suzette, banana, mango or blueberry crepes with a generous dollop of ice cream that would rival Swensons any day. 

Book your table as we suspect it will be a jungle out there this weekend!

Where:
3-Monkeys:
Holland Village (same row as the Banks)
267 Holland Avenue
Singapore 278989
T: +65 6469 1338

Also at Orchard Towers, T: +65 6735 3707
(However offer for Mothers Day only applies at the Holland outlet)

By ey
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Wednesday, 6 May 2009

SPECIAL EDITION ON THE SWINE FLU OUTBREAK: "All's Swine" in Hong Kong - Observations of a Singaporean in HK



If I had to open a business in Hong Kong right now, it would be to sell facial masks and I am not talking about those boring one-tone green, blue and white ones.

Mine would come in a variety of trendy colours and materials, think striped, spotted, dotted, some with smiley faces, others with scowls and growls – you get the drift.

Masks are definitely back on in Hong Kong! Its Day 3 (Monday 4 May) here of the Swine Flu H1N1 Outbreak with one confirmed case of a 25-year-old Mexican man who checked into the Metropark Hotel in Wanchai resulting in a seven-day quarantine of all the hotel guests and almost all of the 300 staff within its walls.

The TV news, the SCMP (South China Morning Post), the HK Standard and several other publications have run a non-stop barrage of stories of staffers and hotel guests bitching and moaning through telephone interviews about the bad food, how unreasonable the length of the in-room quarantine is, the boredom etc. But I personally feel the HK Government is absolutely doing the right thing and with a prompt initiative that shows that they did learn from their experience with SARS.

I give them all the kudos for standing firm.

This morning, as I boarded the MTR, I noticed all the MTR staff from stationmaster to cleaners had donned on face masks. Signs were up to say that all public thoroughfares were being sanitized every two hours and they are really carrying this out religiously.

Even in my serviced apartment, all the staff from front office to housekeeping and the door boys have been in surgical masks for the last three days since the outbreak. There is something to be said about the efficiency of viral marketing and spreading the word in HK. My mobile phone was already buzzing the very hour that the government confirmed HK’s first flu outbreak on Saturday evening. Before the news was carried by the print media the next morning, I would say that almost the whole population of 9 million people in Hong Kong had already been alerted to it through some means or other.

I only wish that the private sector was as vigilant. I took a taxi back to my apartment this evening after picking my daughter Alexis up from kindy and was not very amused to find my cab driver blowing his nose and clearing his throat in the confines of my air-conditioned cab. I rolled down the windows immediately in protest. I am not impressed that the taxi cab companies have not insisted on their drivers wearing masks considering that there are actually (*)two drivers somewhere out there (one who picked up the Mexican tourist from the airport to the hotel and the other taxi driver who sent him from the hotel to the hospital) who have not come forward because they are afraid to lose income from the weeklong quarantine.

This evening whilst I ran to the supermarket to restock my fridge, the rest of HK seemed to be going about its regular routine, a little oblivious to everything. The odd 5% to 10% masked were the older folk, some students (as this is HK’s exam period) and the occasional office worker. I don’t think it has quite hit home yet that this could really be serious. Most here think that SARS was the penultimate!

Better safe than sorry, I say! I have decided to head to Mannings (HK’s version of Guardian) tomorrow to pick up my pack of masks for the family before it gets sold out.

Yeah, if you can’t beat them, join them but no one says that you have to blend into the crowd.

I have already hatched a plan to get Alexis to get her non-toxic markers out to draw, dot and dabble and make our masks a collection of simply fabulicious creations.

After all, never let it be said that a crisis dampens imagination and creativity!





(*) Note: that as of Wednesday evening, the two taxi drivers mentioned have since come forward for testing.


Pictures above taken from:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/health/healthpicturegalleries/5243655/Decorated-swine-flu-surgical-masks-in-Mexico.html?image=8

by ey


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Binge - Swig Some Cocktails and Forget the Pig


And you thought you’d never see the day when pigs could fly. Well they did, didn’t they? Swine flu wings its way around the world and we’ve got our first confirmed case in Asia now. With WHO declaring a pandemic imminent, it’s time to whip out our trusty thermometers again and consider staying home.

But the weekend’s round the corner, you cry, Feminist Mother Mentor has been ousted and Mother’s Day is in sight. One needs must have the weekly celebratory martini!

Let me be the voice of calm and reason. There’s no need to go cold turkey just because the pigs are mucking about. Here are a few tips I picked up along the way…


Cassis Cocktails
I recently discovered Lejay Lagoute, a brand of French liqueurs to hit Singapore. Their Crème de Cassis and Double Crème de Cassis, both sweet blackcurrant liqueurs, are smooth, plump and lush, and they make a gorgeous Kir Royal. The authentic French way to do this apparently is to mix 1 part cassis with 4 parts Champers or Prosecco. If you are out of bubbly, all is not lost. Mix a Kir thus: 170ml dry white wine, 1 tbsp cassis, a few ice cubes and a twist of lemon peel. Drop everything into a large wine glass and stir elegantly. (I was told Bourgogne Aligote is the traditional wine for this mix, if not, an unoaked Chardonnay is just fine.)

The Japanese are Asia’s biggest cassis drinkers, and what they do is mix 1 part cassis with 3 parts chilled oolong tea. I tried it with the bottled Pokka oolong which is unsweetened; strange as the combination sounds, it was really rather good. Try it!

By the way, I’m told that Lejay Legoute’s liqueurs roll out from their plants relatively fresh as they IQF their blackcurrants after harvesting and send the fruits for maceration only when they have to…rather than macerate en mass at harvest and then store the liqueur over long periods. Apparently not many liqueur companies do that. (Available at Booze Wineshop@Republic Plaza, from S$42)

Pedro Ximinez with Ice Cream
What else to imbibe? Well, Indra Kumar, the beverage supervisor at Ritz Carlton shared a couple of secrets with me, including an irresistible bar dessert: Serve some seriously good vanilla ice cream with fresh raspberries and blueberries, and slosh on a healthy glug of MV Lustau ‘San Emilio’, Solera Reserva, Pedro Ximénez, a sweet fortified wine from Spain. The result is a dessert made in heaven, and like Indra says every time he whips it up: “It’s so simple….Soooo simple you can do it yourself at home.” It’s not on the menu at the Chihuly Lounge, but perhaps you can sweettalk him into assembling one for you?

Chambord Liqueur
Another well-kept secret Indra offered is a liqueur I would imagine stands as a rival to cassis. It’s called Chambord, a black raspberry and blackberry liqueur that comes in an elaborate bottle with a crown for its cap – always found at a full bar but rarely used, he says. Served neat and on the rocks at a sample tasting for a few of us, it was fabulous! Rich, luxurious, moderately syrupy, an intense and luscious libation that’s oh-so drinkable. I did some research on the website and found that Chambord has been around for 300 years, created in Loire Valley by the same family since King Louis XIV’s time. It’s made from a maceration of black raspberries, vanilla, honey, herbs and other berries steeped in Cognac. You can mix Chambord and Champers for another delicious cocktail, but in that case don’t call it Kir Royal, a term which, by the way, is trademarked to Lejay Lagoute.

Serve up these drinks and chinny chin chin!

by ew
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Binge - Pizza, Swine & The Mid-Year Slog


There is more than just swine flu in the air. There’s also cabin fever going on, stuck at home as we are, fully supporting our kids’ midyear exam slog. How can we potter out for dinner while they’ve got their faces buried in books, noses firmly mashed to the grindstone, such being the unhappy product of our sunny island’s much lauded education system?
And like many moms valiantly trying to help our offspring, I too have been entrenched of late in the P4 syllabus, explaining the principles of English grammar, matter and the lifecycles of various creatures. What matter is it that 10 May is Mother’s Day? Isn’t 11 May the English paper?....I suspect many are staying at home this weekend, whether for the sake of the swine or the slog.


Which brings to mind – buying dinner in on the weekend and pizza - a typical ‘buy in for dinner’ food.

After once waiting over an hour and a half for a pizza delivery to appear, I have changed my pizza buying strategy to something a lot more primitive - I’d take the short drive out to buy the pizza from the restaurant and bring it home myself. This works for me as I get the pizza faster, fresher, crisper and warmer, too. I spare myself the seethingly long wait for a typical pizza delivery which, if dragged for anything beyond 45 minutes, sets me pacing up and down my living room like a tiger in a temper, eye on the front gate and ready to jump on someone’s jugular.

Good pizzas these days are plentiful, and priced as competitively as lousy pizza. So why settle for mediocre ones, especially when many of them deliver too?

Recently I was reminded that Spizza (Tel: 6377 7773), which does islandwide deliveries ($3-$6) does really good thin-crust ones. Considering its part of the Senso group, their pizzas at $22 are reasonable, and they offer pastas, salads and even wine ($16 a bottle), too.

I’ve also been nipping out to Etna (110 Upper East Coast Road, Tel: 6444 9530), a little Sicilian restaurant near my place. Helmed by Italian chefs and patronized by neighbourhood Italians, it does a roaring business of take away pizzas. And because I am quite happy to drive there and buy it back, I avail myself to the entire menu too, which includes really good pasta and desserts (yay). Best that I’ve tried are the carbonara, scallop linguine with pink sauce, the margherita and etna pizza….gorgeous stuff including the best pizzas in the east! If my memory serves me correctly, the pizzas go for $19 and pastas start at about $16. At these prices, I ask again – why would anyone settle for middling thick crust pizza? Plus, if you live near enough, I think they do deliveries too.

And finally, assembling a pizza the cheat’s way is an inexpensive alternative to buying in. I like Dr Oetker’s pizzas which is probably the best frozen pizza you can get from the supermarket. While the toppings are decent, I pile on additional ingredients before bunging it in the oven. You can get these pizzas in most supermarkets, even in the heartland supermarkets like Shop n Save in Bedok. But if there’s a ‘naked’ store-bought pizza crust in the freezer, I like to get a little creative with the toppings and add a ‘bit of Asia’ to it and wash it down with beer or an Alsace riesling. Shall I share a little recipe?

Green Curry Pizza
Serves 2-3 hungry bears


1 store bought pizza crust, 12 inches
1 packet green curry paste
1 small handful Thai basil leaves and mint
2 cups left over roast chicken, or pan fried chicken, sliced
1 cup cherry tomatoes, thickly sliced
1 cup shredded mozarella
1 red chilli, sliced

Method
1. Smear the curry paste over the pizza base.
2. Arrange the ingredients (except herbs) over it, bake for about 15 minutes at 180C.
3. Top with basil and mint leaves and serve it up.

by ew
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