Tonight, Wednesday April 9, we met up with Uncle Eng & Queenie again at Ang Mo Kio shopping centre.
Ang Mo Kio is where we own a flat. The shopping centre has changed beyond all recognition and is now very modern and air conditioned but has lost some of its simplicity.
We feasted, once again, on Korean and Thai food this time with plenty of Kimchi and lime. Once we had finished we went to have coffee downstairs. I had Kopi C - coffee with carnation milk. Uncle Eng went and bought some durian pancakes.
Durian is a BIG thing here in Singapore. It’s a very dangerous looking fruit – serious spikes – and smells something awful. Jo-Ann loves durian but I can’t stand the smell of it.
Travel and food writer Richard Sterling says: “... its odor is best described as pig-shit, turpentine and onions, garnished with a gym sock. It can be smelled from yards away. Despite its great local popularity, the raw fruit is forbidden from some establishments such as hotels, subways and airports, including public transportation in Southeast Asia.”
Every visit of mine to Singapore has involved people telling me that I should give it a taste, well, this visit I have tried it! It’s not bad at all and I can see why people like it, but it still smells! Jo-Ann now says that I mustn’t like it too much as she would then have to share her durian with me!
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