Kueh Memories
Do you recognise this kueh? I'm like Weiyee.. maybe it's e effects of not being at home enough.. heh.. everything that happens seem to remind us of our parents' goodness.. heh..
I remember as a child, before our family came to know the Lord, we would always go for Sunday morning dinner at e small market below our place at Serangoon Ave 4. Sunday morning breakfasts would inevitably end up in me wanting a piece of this kueh.. but only because i loved the sweet thick kaya-like thingy on top.. i dun like the bottom part cos it's glutinous rice and usually quite disgustingly tasteless if u dun eat it w e kaya-like thingy.. and i would always gobble up e kaya-like thing.. but not want to eat e rice..
what usually happened would be that my dad would eat e rice on its own.. disgustingly tasteless and all.. but he never complained.. in fact, one of my clearest memories of him as i was a young boy was that i would order something, he would order something else that was really nice.. and i would look at his food longingly.. and he would always exchange it with me.
I remember as a child, before our family came to know the Lord, we would always go for Sunday morning dinner at e small market below our place at Serangoon Ave 4. Sunday morning breakfasts would inevitably end up in me wanting a piece of this kueh.. but only because i loved the sweet thick kaya-like thingy on top.. i dun like the bottom part cos it's glutinous rice and usually quite disgustingly tasteless if u dun eat it w e kaya-like thingy.. and i would always gobble up e kaya-like thing.. but not want to eat e rice..
what usually happened would be that my dad would eat e rice on its own.. disgustingly tasteless and all.. but he never complained.. in fact, one of my clearest memories of him as i was a young boy was that i would order something, he would order something else that was really nice.. and i would look at his food longingly.. and he would always exchange it with me.
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