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Today, my wife and I decided to have lunch at our local RSL club in Chatswood. Rather than spending time studying the me...
04/06/2026

Today, my wife and I decided to have lunch at our local RSL club in Chatswood. Rather than spending time studying the menu or looking for something elaborate, we both settled on the Roast of the Day.

My wife chose the roast beef, while I opted for the roast pork. Both meals arrived generously plated with seasonal vegetables, roast potatoes, and rich gravy. There is something comforting about a traditional roast dinner that never seems to go out of fashion. It is honest food; hearty, familiar, and prepared without fuss.
As we sat together enjoying our meal, I was reminded that dining out does not always have to be a special occasion. Sometimes the pleasure comes simply from sharing a quiet lunch with good company. Conversation flows easily, the worries of the day are set aside for a while, and even an ordinary meal becomes memorable.
In our younger days, we often looked for excitement and novelty. These days, I find myself appreciating life's simpler pleasures; a well-cooked roast, a warm dining room on a cool day, and the companionship of someone who has shared life's journey with me for many years.
A simple roast lunch in Chatswood, but one that left us both content and grateful.

Haiku:
Warm gravy gently falls
Two roasts shared across the table
Quiet hearts are fed

My wife was recently gifted a much sought-after tropical pandan plant, a fragrant plant so closely connected to the flav...
03/06/2026

My wife was recently gifted a much sought-after tropical pandan plant, a fragrant plant so closely connected to the flavours and memories of our Southeast Asian heritage. The challenge for me now is to create a small sanctuary where it can survive the coming winter in Sydney.

At present, the pandan plant has taken up temporary residence in our guest bathroom, which has become the warmest and most humid corner of the house. Each morning I check on it carefully, almost like tending to a delicate house guest, hoping it will slowly acclimatise to the cooler weather before I eventually move it outdoors again when the warmer seasons return.

Growing tropical plants in a colder climate always feels like an act of patience and optimism. It reminds me of how many migrants, including ourselves, slowly learned to adapt to unfamiliar seasons and surroundings while still holding on to the warmth of home. The gentle fragrance of pandan leaves drifting through the bathroom brings back memories of pandan chiffon cakes, coconut jam, and traditional desserts from my childhood in Singapore.
For now, our little pandan plant remains sheltered indoors, protected from the cold winds and frosty mornings outside. With care, warmth, and a little luck, I hope it will continue to thrive through winter and reward us with its beautiful fragrance for many years to come.

Haiku
Tropical fragrance
Sheltered from the winter chill
Memories stay warm

02/06/2026

Today's lunch was a comforting bowl of ginseng chicken soup, served bubbling hot in a traditional stoneware pot. As the lid was lifted, fragrant steam rose into the cool air, carrying the rich aroma of ginseng, herbs, and slow-cooked chicken.
There is something special about a meal served in stoneware. The pot retains heat so well that the soup stays piping hot until the very last spoonful; a small but satisfying thing on a chilly day. The tender chicken had absorbed the subtle, earthy sweetness of the ginseng, while the broth was rich, flavourful, and quietly restorative.
Growing up in Singapore, I enjoyed hearty soups often, but I have come to appreciate them even more as the years go by. A bowl of ginseng chicken soup is not just a meal; it is comfort, nourishment, and tradition, all served together. One of those simple pleasures that warms both body and soul.
On a cool winter's day, there are few things more satisfying than sitting down to a steaming bowl and savouring it slowly, one spoonful at a time.
A simple lunch, yet one that brought warmth and comfort far beyond the restaurant.

My lunch served in a piping hot stoneware.
02/06/2026

My lunch served in a piping hot stoneware.

Our Christmas cactus never fails to brighten our verandah at this time of the year. Just as the cooler days of late autu...
02/06/2026

Our Christmas cactus never fails to brighten our verandah at this time of the year. Just as the cooler days of late autumn give way to the first hints of winter, these faithful plants reward us with a spectacular display of delicate mauve, pink, and white blooms.
Each year, I look forward to seeing the flower buds slowly develop before opening into their elegant blossoms. There is something quite special about their timing, bringing a splash of colour and cheer to the garden when many other plants are beginning to slow down for the colder months.
I have always admired the resilience of Christmas cacti. With a little care and patience, they continue to flourish year after year, producing an abundance of flowers that brighten not only our verandah but also our spirits. Their graceful blooms seem to remind us that beauty can still be found even as winter approaches.
Every morning, I pause for a moment to admire them while enjoying a cup of tea. It is one of life's simple pleasures, watching nature quietly perform its seasonal magic right outside our door.
Haiku
Winter's gentle breath
Pink and white blossoms awaken
Colour warms the day

Last Saturday I was invited to a hotpot dinner, and it reminded me of this traditional charcoal-fired steamboat I inheri...
31/05/2026

Last Saturday I was invited to a hotpot dinner, and it reminded me of this traditional charcoal-fired steamboat I inherited from my late mum; a familiar sight in many Singaporean Chinese homes when I was growing up.
Before electric hotpots became common, this was how steamboat was enjoyed. Charcoal in the compartment below, heat travelling up through the centre chimney, and family members gathered around the table adding meat, fish balls, prawns, tofu, and noodles into the bubbling broth while chatting and catching up.
For many of us, steamboat was inseparable from Chinese New Year Eve reunion dinners. More than just a meal, it symbolised togetherness and family unity; everyone sharing from the same pot, the warmth of the broth bringing people even closer.
I can still picture the excitement of those reunion dinners, the aroma filling the house, and several generations seated around the table enjoying one another's company. Those moments have long passed, but this humble vessel remains as a tangible reminder of my mother's love and the traditions she passed on to us. I am grateful to have inherited it — and the precious memories that come with it.

Haiku:
Steam rises gently
Mother's memories linger
Family endures

Since my balek kampong visit to Sydney, a fellow Singaporean I had met on the train invited me to a number of community ...
28/05/2026

Since my balek kampong visit to Sydney, a fellow Singaporean I had met on the train invited me to a number of community dinners at Our Lady Help of Christians Catholic Parish Church in Epping. He had recognised me during a train journey and warmly invited me along, wanting to introduce me to other Singaporean migrants at the gathering.

What touched me most was how naturally conversations flowed among people who had once shared the same homeland, yet had each travelled different paths before settling here in Australia. We exchanged stories of our journeys, our struggles in adapting to new lives, and the memories we still carry from the old days. There was much laughter, familiar Singlish, and a comforting sense of belonging.
It reminded me of the old kampong spirit; the warmth of community, the ease of strangers becoming friends, and the simple joy of sharing food and stories. Even after so many decades, gatherings like this remind us how deeply those roots remain within us.
For a few precious hours, the distance between Singapore and Australia felt much smaller.

Many years ago, a small potted poinsettia bought as a Christmas decoration has grown into a tree over two metres tall; a...
27/05/2026

Many years ago, a small potted poinsettia bought as a Christmas decoration has grown into a tree over two metres tall; a striking presence in our garden that no longer feels like a seasonal ornament but part of the family and the story of this home.

Back in Singapore, poinsettias meant Christmas displays in shopping centres and hotel lobbies. I never imagined watching one take root and flourish so magnificently here in Australia.
It is a quiet reminder that living things; and perhaps people too; have a way of surprising us. Planted in unfamiliar places, we adapt, we endure, and we grow.

My daily Haiku challenge:

Christmas memories linger
Scarlet leaves reach to the sky
Time grows into roots.

Lunch today in Eastwood, recently officially recognised as Sydney's Koreatown. Walking through its lively streets; Korea...
25/05/2026

Lunch today in Eastwood, recently officially recognised as Sydney's Koreatown. Walking through its lively streets; Korean eateries, bakeries, supermarkets, the aroma of grilled meats and spices drifting through the air; felt like a small cultural journey within the city itself.

I decided on a Dolsot Bibimbap, steamed rice topped with seasoned vegetables, a raw egg york, and tender meat, all brought together with gochujang, the distinctive Korean chilli paste. It arrived still crackling in a thick stone pot, the rice crisping at the sides and sending wisps of fragrant steam into the air.
There is something quietly satisfying about the simple ritual of mixing everything together; the egg yolk breaking over the rice, the gochujang threading its warmth through each mouthful.

Sometimes a simple lunch in a neighbourhood quietly reinventing itself becomes one of the most memorable parts of the day.

Our son had a few of his friends over for dinner this weekend, and he had specially requested some of his favourite Sing...
25/05/2026

Our son had a few of his friends over for dinner this weekend, and he had specially requested some of his favourite Singaporean and Malaysian dishes from home. It always warms our heart that, no matter how far life takes our children, the flavours and aromas they grew up with remain deeply comforting and familiar to them.
So the kitchen will be busy once again, filled with the rich fragrance of spices slowly simmering away and the comforting sounds of family cooking together. On the menu will be Beef Rendang, patiently cooked until the meat is tender and deeply infused with coconut milk and spices; crispy golden Ngoh Hiang, wrapped and fried to perfection; a hearty Chap Chai of vegetables and beancurd slowly braised together; and, to finish, a traditional Tapioca Cake for dessert.
These dishes are more than just food to me. They carry memories of family gatherings, festive occasions, and the many meals shared around the table over the years. Cooking them again reminds me of my late mother and the generations before us who prepared these same dishes with love and care, often feeding large families and unexpected guests without a moment's hesitation.
As we prepare the ingredients, we cannot help but feel grateful that these traditions continue to live on through our children. In a way, every recipe is a small inheritance; passed quietly from one generation to the next through taste, memory, and the simple act of sharing a meal together.
We had a lively house last weekend, filled with laughter, easy conversation, and the familiar aromas of home.

My daily Haiku challenge:

Spices fill the air,
old recipes, young laughter,
home tastes just the same.

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