Sunday, 15 July 2012

FAT COOKIE



“These biscuits will make you fat!” said my mother after she has taken one. “And look, you’ve left crumbs here, here and here!” she chided.

But you'll agree that's so terribly hard to resist a fat cookie, especially one that is rich and crumbly, with a subtle almond flavour.  The rice flour (which Maki sent from Japan a few months ago) gives it that unique sandy texture.  My co-workers are in for a treat tomorrow!

ALMOND SHORTBREAD SQUARES
Adapted from Almond Squares by Min, who adapted from 我会烘培 by 蓝赛珍

240 grams butter
110 grams caster sugar
210 grams all-purpose flour
50 grams rice flour
100 grams ground almond
1 egg, lightly beaten with ¼ teaspoon salt
About 50 grams sliced almonds

Preheat your oven at 180 degrees C.  Line a 25cm by 30cm baking pan with parchment paper.

Beat butter and sugar until just combined. Add in the flour mixture and mix into a soft dough. Press dough as evenly as possible into prepared pan.

Glaze top of dough with egg mixture. Using a sharp knife, score the top of the dough into square pieces. Top each square with a sliced almond.

Bake for 25 minutes or until tops of cookies start to turn golden brown. Remove and cut into squares while still hot.

It's okay to indulge every once in while.

Saturday, 7 July 2012

DAY OUT: ARAB STREET (PART 2)

Among the things that I love about Arab Street and its surrounds are the old shophouses that had been given new lease of life by quirky owners.







Nestled amidst the well-conserved shophouses in Kampong Glam is the most impressive Muslim architecture in Singapore: Masjid Sultan (or Sultan Mosque).



The Sultan Mosque isn't the only mosque in Kampong Glam.  This is the Masjid Hajjah Fatimah (Malay for Hajjah Fatimah Mosque) on Beach Road:



And my favourite blue mosque - Masjid Malabar located at the junction of Victoria Street and Jalan Sultan:

DAY OUT: ARAB STREET (PART 1)

Last night I dreamt I was in beautiful and mystical Istanbul. There was such a familarity about the place that surprised me since I've never set foot on Turkish soil in my life.  Yet it was all so vivid, I could actually smell the aroma of spices of the Grand Bazzar!  (It might well be that my neighbour was grilling lamb kebabs in the middle of the night ..)

Since the dream won't be fulfilled any time soon, I'll have to be satisfied with a visit to our local Arab Street for now.  I'm aiming for colours, lots and lots of colours.













The shop owner of the rattan shop was really something. He demanded to know how many photos I intended to take of his shop front. When I glared at him, he said, "You are only allowed three photos!"