Showing posts with label Waffles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Waffles. Show all posts
I was an unpaid chef on Good Friday, at Wang Dae Bak, BBQ-ing the meat for the carnivores. Having Redbull feeding me a few mouths of the luncheon meat stew and 1-2 pieces of meat, I sat there concentrating on the task of being an unpaid chef. On a tight budget and with a filled stomach, I had to curb on my weekends spending. Nonetheless, I didn't choose to wallow in self-pity and instead I was happily cooking the meat for them. 


Had 2 bowls of the soup and this big bowl of heaven is worth every cent of $35. The portion is definitely sufficient for sharing. It turned out to be more than enough for the 5 of them, 6 if you ask me, with Redbull having the appetite for 2. 

Wanted to do an 'oscar selfie' but ended up with Redbull approaching someone to take this shot for us. 
Afterwards, guess what? My fav place for waffles! CREAMIER. This time round, I chose orange with (another fruit) mixed with vodka ice-cream. My preference for alcoholic ice-cream has never failed me once. No thanks for the usual classic flavors like choc or vanilla or strawberry. Again, the waffles I'm addicted to~

Burning off calories session the next morning with these kakis. 
What's better than a weekend spent exploring food and cozy looking shops along rows of shop-houses with back alleys that are worth stopping for some photo-taking? That was my Saturday. Trying my best to ignore my constipation problem, I decided to pamper it with food hoping it'd get better and it didn't. But at least food wise, it left me no room to whine about. 

#ootd of an #ootd







Child kidnapper alert! 


Books Actually
I haven't had time to immerse myself in world of words for so long. All my reading time is devoted to studying and slipping in time to catch up on news daily. Reading news is probably the closest I've been to actually reading during my degree phase. Long forgotten are the touch of storybooks in my hands, the smell of the pages when I flip over and the reluctant slipping of my bookmark in between the pages when I've to stop reading. I'll be back on my reading track after I'm done with my final wees. Reading of books which I'm emotionally attracted to and of course those that I'm 'financially' and 'economically' attracted to if you get what books those are.

PS Cafe only allows takeaways and the limited seats are only suitable for wine tasting or desserts and the Q at a food bistro signified a wait too terrifying for our famished stomachs, we settled for Poteato.
The truffle fries reminded me that I still haven't pay Sprmrkt a visit for their highly raved truffle fries. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't that this truffle fries' sub-standard reminded me of that, this plate is goodness itself. 

Buffalo wings

My BBQ ribs with a unique sauce which tastes of Indian's spices that I, fortunately, like. No racist intention, just that Jeremy didn't like the taste of spice in the sauce like I did,

Having laid my eyes on PS Cafe's desserts section earlier on, it would be a sin if I didn't take a leap at their desserts so here, this rich and moist chocolate cake with generous layer of nuts. Though delicious, but it is on the pricier side to me. $12 for a slice of cake. I guess I ain't cut out for those high-end tai tai hi-tea lifestyle. 

LONG TIME CRAVING! Creamier waffles! My liking for waffles found its way of enlightenment when I had my first bite on Wimbly Lu's thick, crispy & fluffy waffles. Never thought I'd find a waffle that I'd like more (equally yes but not more) until I tried Creamier's. 


The main reason why I prefer Creamier's is because it's thicker yet it doesn't lose the crispiness & fluffiness. And their interesting flavors of ice-cream appeals more to me than Wimbly's.


The night got more interesting after our late night indulgence of waffles. Impromptu trip to Bukit Batok Nature Park had us seeing two 'suspicious' looking cars parked at dark corners of the park with their engine off, blinds drawn. Hanky-panky moments. Though the cars weren't 'rocking'. Haha. Either it's cost-saving (than a motel/hotel) or they find it adventurous. Either way, it's weird to me. 
Anyway, we may be going back to Bukit Timah Hill this coming Sunday for trekking because the darkness prevented us from doing so that night.

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