The pineapple tart stall beside Jonker Street was crowded with KLites. Aunties decked with their Louis Vuitton or Coach bags hassled the shopkeepers for boxes of tarts and other pastry delights. The sight and smell perked my interest. Such are wonderful scenes of the Melaka old streets that entice city folks to keep coming back for more. I mean, I really should be bringing some goodies to a client's home and I'm sure mom would certainly appreciate an edible souvenir. So I too, managed to grab a box of pandan pineapple tarts and another box of golden colored pineapple tarts. Those things just came right off the oven and immediately melts into your mouth upon contact with saliva.
As the aunties moved onto another shop, I was there holding onto my fifty ringgit note and placing an order with the old lady. She was nice enough to put in some samples so I could bring them to my crew. I know for many reasons why events can be quite an energy drainer. This should be no different even if it's small. The sugary goodness will put them into a happening mood.
The old lady asked if I want to try their lou po biscuit. I passed on that. My interest was solely on the pineapple tarts and I promised mom to buy gula melaka. Oh yes, might as well ask. I wanted to know how authentic gula melaka is like and the old lady was nice enough to explain to me in Cantonese. Under the Melaka sun, I made new friends and learned new facts. After two nights, two bowls of laksa, one nyonya popiah, and one drunken Irish, I believe we all had the time of our lives.
Soda pop sickle,
Vonnie S.
As the aunties moved onto another shop, I was there holding onto my fifty ringgit note and placing an order with the old lady. She was nice enough to put in some samples so I could bring them to my crew. I know for many reasons why events can be quite an energy drainer. This should be no different even if it's small. The sugary goodness will put them into a happening mood.
The old lady asked if I want to try their lou po biscuit. I passed on that. My interest was solely on the pineapple tarts and I promised mom to buy gula melaka. Oh yes, might as well ask. I wanted to know how authentic gula melaka is like and the old lady was nice enough to explain to me in Cantonese. Under the Melaka sun, I made new friends and learned new facts. After two nights, two bowls of laksa, one nyonya popiah, and one drunken Irish, I believe we all had the time of our lives.
Soda pop sickle,
Vonnie S.
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