Saturday 30 June 2012

Nosh of the day: post-modern egg tarts

Upgraded Chinese egg dessert tarts, available in a variety of flavours (fruit, choc, savoury) from a vendor in ION foodhall on Orchard Road. I bought two on a whim because I was hungry. So hungry, in fact, that they did not survive long enough to be photographed ^^ but I hope this brief description helps:
The brief description
Flavours apart, not the traditional egg tart format, per se - but an upright hard/crunchy pastry case with fillings inside. All canapé sized. My buys:

Chicken & mushroom = basically a tiny quiche! Quite tasty.
Strawberry = weird fake strawberry sauce on top, then bright pink solid custard inside - possibly flavoured with the same sauce? Not a strawberry tart, so much as a quiche mixed with pink squirty ice-cream sauce. Oddly I quite liked it - though it was certainly unusual (and possibly not so nutritious).



Wednesday 27 June 2012

Four more weird English phrases

I am beginning to realise what a peculiar - and also complex - language British English is! Slang words, old words, and all have nuance .. must be a minefield for beginners. (No doubt I will soon be finding the same with Japanese and other 2nd languages!)

1. OH MY GIDDY AUNT! 
This means "Oh my goodness!" It is an informal phrase, but not at all offensive, and is often used by older ladies! Giddy is an old-fashioned word which can mean either light-headed or scatter-brained. But why this aunt's state is used as an exclamation I have no idea!

Example:
Oh my giddy aunt! There is an enormous spider in the bath!

2. ONE-TRACK MIND 
Implies a person only ever thinks about one thing, or is obsessed with one thing. (Often it is used about men who sleep around - or would like to sleep around!) Generally it is not a polite thing to say, though it can be used jokingly.

Example:
Don't bother talking to him, he has a one-track mind.

3. I WAS FLUMMOXED

Means I was stumped, perplexed, confused. Flummox is also a slightly old-fashioned word and is not impolite.

Examples:
I was totally flummoxed by last night's maths homework.
The road map to Leicester had Ben flummoxed.

4. SHACKED-UP
Is slang for living together. It usually refers to couples, but it can sometimes be used for flatmates or house-sharers.

Examples:
How is Sandra? Oh she's shacked-up with that guy from France. (couples)
I'm shacking up with my cousins for a few months. (house-sharers)


Saturday 23 June 2012

Creatures in the undergrowth

Well today I discovered that there's a nice little (deserted) park right by my house. It's up on a hill, so you get a good breeze, and I decided to do some Japanese language revision up there.

Anyway, as I pondered adjectival tenses, I heard a very loud yowling sound. And seconds later, a handsome man appeared, leading the most beautiful cat on a leash. (It was the cat doing the yowling btw, not the guy.) They were out for a walk - in the way you take a dog out to relieve itself in the evening! The cat was quite a bit larger than a domestic cat, certainly louder, with very striking markings, and actually reminded me of the Fishing Cats at Singapore Zoo.

In fact it is probably related. From what I can gather online, it is either an Asian Leopard Cat (a cousin of the Fishing Cat) - or the domesticated version, the Bengal Cat. This feline more resembled the former, with the smaller, refined head and weightier body - but I can only guess it must have been a Bengal?

Asian Leopard Cats are actually endangered, but they can be kept as pets with special licenses. The price for this 'designer' pet is upwards of US $20,000. Bengal Cats are crossed with four generations of domestic cats, don't require license, and come in at a far cheaper US $1000. Still, there are many uber-wealthy people in Singapore..

I actually felt sorry for it on its retractable leash. It was such a beautiful, proud creature, it seemed like a terrible come-down to see it harnessed, not to mention the frustration factor. (Hell, EYE would go nuts if taken everywhere on a leash, and I wasn't designed to climb trees and hunt rabbits!) From this perspective I am also rather hoping it was the more indoorsy Bengal breed.

If I see them again, I will ask the owner.

Asian Leopard Cat
Bengal Cat
Bengal Cat image courtesy Cat Wallpapers

Friday 22 June 2012

The summer solstice

Haha, well I didn't notice in equatorial Singapore - where is gets dark, quickly, at the same time each night - but back home in the UK, we've just had this. (On June 20th)

The summer solstice is the longest day of the year - ie the day with the most daylight hours. In the Northern hemisphere it usually falls around 21 June. (In the Southern hemisphere it falls around the end of December).

I think the scientific explanation is that this day is when the earth's axis tilts most towards the sun. To most of us in the UK, however, it is just a lovely long summer's day, when it gets light at 5am and the sun only sets at 11pm.

The solstice and days around it are also known as Midsummer, which has significance in pagan religions and myth. It was believed to be a time when spirits came out to play and fertility rites and other rituals might be carried out. In fact there are/were festivals in many countries across Europe for Midsummer. (Its equivalent of course being the winter solstice, Midwinter, which became re-branded as Christmas when the Romans arrived with Christianity.)

One of the most famous UK Midsummer connections is the ancient site of Stonehenge in Wiltshire, England. The circle of massive stones we see today was probably built between 3000 and 2000 BC (though there is evidence that this site was important as far back as 8000 BC, and it has undergone centuries of evolution and rebuilding). There is still some mystery as to both how and why Stonehenge was built, but its design is aligned with celestial elements, including a direct doorway to the rising sun of the summer solstice.



After Christianity, Midsummer was still celebrated with feasting, bonfires and festivities, but it didn't endure like the newly sanctioned Christmas did! Today we rarely celebrate it, though a few modern pagans including Neo-Druids (and, I suspect, some hippies!) do hold summer solstice rituals at Stonehenge. This connection is recent, and - from what I can gather - Stonehenge (plus the Neo-Druids) actually has no connection to ancient Iron Age Druids.

Another famous reference is of course Shakespeare's play A Midsummer Night's Dream, which depicts elements of fairies, magic and love - all very appropriate to this festival!

Painting: Scene from A Midsummer Night's Dream (1848) by Sir Edwin Landseer

Wednesday 20 June 2012

Things I Miss About the UK no.2 - speedwell, daisies & dandelions

Yes, today I am slightly missing summer lawns. OK a perfectly tended lawn is green. But a relaxed, cottage lawn (such as the one I grew up with!) has moss and all sorts of little flowers growing in it. Most commonly these are speedwell, daisies and dandelions.

Nothing better on a hot summer day (very comfortable heat compared to the tropics!) than sitting on a cool, mossy lawn and looking at these little chaps.



ps Daisies follow the sun around with their faces during the day. Then they close up come evening and turn a little pink.

The fluffy seed-heads of the dandelion are called 'clocks'. If you blow on a dandelion clock, the seeds left on the head are supposed to tell you the time of day. (This is a useless way to tell the time, but quite good fun for children!)

Pix courtesy wallwork.me.uk, stockfood.it

Asian Civilisations Museum part 2: Samsui Women

Something else that sparked my interest at the ACM. And I have since read a little more about...

I was amazed and impressed to hear about this group of females from the Guangdong region of China. They came to Singapore between 1934 and 1950, and apparently made a great contribution to the rise of the city.

These ladies were mostly Cantonese, some Hakka, and many from the flood-stricken Sanshui - three rivers - county in Guangdong (hence the nickname). Apparently, not only were environmental home factors difficult for making a living, but social expectations were for women to be both sole bread-winner for the household, and mother. Some decided they did not want this life of double hardship (who can blame them!)

In 1933 immigration for male workers to Singapore was limited by law. But not for females. This was the Samsui women's opportunity - they took vows never to marry, and headed to Singapore to work and live independent lives. They traditionally rejected jobs relating to drugs or prostitution, even when probably in good need of the money such work offered. Samsui women instead undertook hard labour on rubber plantations and construction sites. Many sent money and regular letters (using letter-writers) home.

These ladies were famed for their dark-blue and red clothing and became known in Chinese as 'red bandana women' because of their headgear. Relatively little was known of their lives until recently: most could not read or write down their own stories, plus their insular lives as a group, speaking with a regional accent difficult for other Chinese to understand, meant that much of their history was lost.
Fortunately, some Samsui women are still alive in Singapore today - though in their very old age. And there has been some recent interest in them. In fact their hard-work and moral ethics have been held up for good example in modern Singapore.

There was even a well-received Singapore drama made about this group, which I hope to watch one day (hopefully not too schmaltzy!)

To a modern female, the Samsui women's toughness and resolution is admirable, and I can only imagine the stigma and hardships they went through back in those times. Equality is still not perfect today, but we certainly have come a long way!

Image courtesy of missingthepast.com

Tuesday 19 June 2012

A King Not to be Sniffed At

Yes, it is durian season in Singapore right now. I know this because:

a) I almost passed out with a gag-fest whilst innocently straying close to the Fruit & Veg section in Giant supermarket last week

b) I thought the drains had become blocked in the bathroom, but in fact it was next door's fruit stash aroma wafting through the window.

The Durian - 'King of Fruits' - is an acquired taste.

For those of you who don't know, or haven't already guessed, the durian is a popular Asian fruit that smells something rotten. (Literally) And in general, like natto, stinky tofu and others, tends to divide its audience into lovers at haters.

To be honest I can see both standpoints. As a child / teen I had no sense of smell (another story, which I will not be writing about.) During this time, I joined my parents in delighting in durians. The fruit is large and spiky (it requires a cleaver to break into one) but inside there are large seeds covered in the most delicious, though rich and pungently flavoured 'custard'. There is no other fruit like it in terms of texture.

Now I am able to smell them however, I can't go near durians, let alone eat one! And I've kinda gone off the flavour too, as it reminds me a bit of the smell.

Also beware that if you have been eating durian, the smell will permeate your skin and anything else personal to you for a couple of days! So don't have one before a hot date or job interview. They are also, famously, banned from public buildings and transport in Malaysia and Singapore!

Having said all of this. There are able-scented people all over the world rushing to eat this fruit, and thronging the durian aisle with trolleys at Giant. So it must have something going for it.


ps If you wondered why the smell and thorny shell, this is supposedly to lure large animals that travel long distances to eat the fruits. Large animals such as elephants can tackle the skin, then eat the seeds whole and disperse them. And if they're travellers, the seeds will be dispersed more widely.

Monday 18 June 2012

The Asian Civilisations Museum part 1

A Singaporean friend recommended a visit here, so this was my Sunday's activity. I really enjoyed this visit. The museum covers off Singaporean history, as well as cultures of South and S E Asia. I actually ended up reading more than looking at objects (unusual for me!) Actually we have many beautiful Asian objects in the brilliant London museums like V&A, so this time the information was more interesting.

I learned a lot about Singapore's rise as a trading post, the roles of the various incoming Chinese, Indians and British.. as well as the importance of Hinduism and Buddhism across the ancient regions.

I still find it both impressive and slightly bizarre that ancient traders travelled between the Middle East and China - transporting tonnes of precious spices, ceramics, fabrics - in dodgy-looking wooden boats sewn together with rope!

Anyway, here's one of my faves from the ACM: Chinese cups, where the handle is hollow and serves as a straw to drink from. The hole in the bottom of the cup joining the 'straw' is hidden by a little animal (here a tortoise, duck and fish). Apologies for the blur, no flash pix allowed of course! You should be able to click and enlarge.





Asian Civilisations Museum
1 Empress Place, Singapore 179555
Entrance fee: SG$8
MRT: Raffles Place

Minding your V's!

In Asia, people love to pose in photos doing a 'cute' V with their fingers. I am still not 100% sure of the origins for this. I've heard it's an adaptation from the wartime (Western) Victory sign, which then evolved into a peace sign. Who knows.*

But I do know that to a Westerner, some V's are better than others!

Basically if the V has the palm turning outwards, it's OK. If the palm is turning inwards, however, THIS V-sign means 'f*** off' in the UK. It is especially bad if used directly at somebody, or if you raise the hand while making the sign!

Of course some Asians might be doing it intentionally, if they don't like the photographer ^^. But unless you want to appear rather odd / offensive to an international audience, be sure to keep the palm facing outwards towards the camera!


*Incidentally, if you DO know the origins of this V's-in-photos trend, let me know!

Sunday 17 June 2012

Three weird English phrases

OK here are three British English phrases that Asian friends asked me about recently during conversation:

1. 'ACQUIRED TASTE'. This means that whatever the subject of the acquired taste is, it is a little unusual and not everybody will like it. It does not refer just to food. I guess the idea is that most people won't like it, but perhaps over time a few people will 'acquire' a liking for it.

Examples:
- Natto is definitely an acquired taste! (A fact)
- Sarah's choice in music is an acquired taste. (This could sound a bit mean, if you are not saying it as a joke to somebody you know well!)

2. WAXING LYRICAL. If you are waxing lyrical about X, it means that you are praising X a lot, repeatedly - usually to a third party! It is not just for people, but can be used of things too. I think this comes from an older form of English.

Examples:
- Dean is waxing lyrical about his new girlfriend.
- Joanna is waxing lyrical about the new computer programme.

3. POST-PRANDIAL SLUMP. OK this one is tricky even for British. It refers to the sleepiness you feel after eating a big meal. The post-prandial part comes from Latin meaning 'after a meal' and is used in other contexts too. Slump just means a time of low energy or activity.

Example:
- I am so sleepy! Must be suffering from a post-prandial slump.

Hope this helps! Will post up other phrases if and when they are queried! 

Tuesday 12 June 2012

Nosh of the Day: oyster omelette

It's very very rich. And it might not look like much, but it is very very yum. This dish is popular in Singapore and other parts of SE Asia, Southern China and Taiwan. The origins were probably either Taiwanese or from the Teochew/Fujian region of China (the latter seems more likely for Singapore, as there is quite a Teochew influence here) and there are variations by region.

This one is from the vendor in Tiong Bahru Market hawker centre in Singapore. You will pay $6 (£3) for this mish mash of crispy egg, soft omelette, shallots and oysters. The chilli makes a nice dipping addition, but the omelette is pretty tasty alone.


Things I miss about the UK no.1 - The NHS

I know, controversial! (And not very glamorous!) I'd never had strong views on this before. If anything I went along with all the UK press coverage moaning about how badly run the NHS* is. And it probably is, to some extent.

Then I got sick in a country without an NHS, and before I'd set up medi insurance (in fact I am not sure I have the salary to set up a comprehensive one anyway!) And all I can say is three things:
  • It is not nice awaiting test results and being twice worried: am I healthy; what kind of astronomical (and potentially unaffordable) costs will I face if I need more treatment?
  • Having to pay means one is less inclined to visit a GP at the start of illness (when it might 'just be nothing') - so things can get worse
  • The standard of service I received, paying, was probably slightly lower than the NHS treatment I've had in England!
Of course we pay hefty taxes in the UK, in part to cover the NHS. But it makes me quite proud at what a democratic country I come from, when I think that people like me, or richer, or poorer, can all get vital medical treatment without the above added worries.

Yes, medi insurance is a must here. But it is certainly not cheap (the ones offered by most employers tend to cover 'specific breakage of right index toe only'!) AND you have to find the cash to pay medical fees anyway - then get reimbursed later by the insurance company if they decide it's covered.  

* For those who don't know: the UK National Health Service offers free medical treatment to UK tax payers (actually who is eligible is controversial, so I won't go into it; but of course some people do try to exploit it). If you have eczema, you can visit a GP for free examination and diagnosis; if your appendix bursts, you can rush to A&E and they will diagnose and operate on you for free! Brits take it for granted. But we're actually very lucky!

Monday 11 June 2012

Singapore: a step into the strange

This place is ripe for a surreal story or movie a la Ghibli's Spirited Away. It is Haw Par Villa - a 'theme park' of Chinese religious parables and folklore, built in the 1930's. It was created by the wealthy Aw family that makes Tiger Balm, to promote good values to society, and was a 'Disneyland' of its time.

The attraction has undergone several name changes during its lifetime, including Tiger Balm Gardens and Haw Par Villa Dragon World. It seems things began to decline in 1988 when the site was donated to the Singapore Tourism Board and an entrance fee was introduced. Admission is now free again.

The park is not small, and comprises a myriad of dioramas using often life-size plaster figurines to depict tales from Chinese folklore. There are sections such as: the Ten Courts of Hell; The Pond of Legacy (an area of mermaids and water creatures, designed in plan to the Chinese character for 'Aw'); a section illustrating tales of virtue, friendship and loyalty; some international stuff; and a whole ton of other myths. The path visitors follow itself is shaped like a dragon, apparently.

Part of the Pond of Legacy display
When I say it was a 'Disneyland' I am actually surprised that it was popular 'family' fun: quite a few dioramas depict either highly gory scenes of torture, or slightly sexy stuff. I have several Singaporean friends who dislike this place as it gave them nightmares as children - and I am not surprised! In fact both the content and concept of Haw Par Villa could be an acquired taste for adults.

But I have to say I really loved this place! Today the park stands in a partially-derelict state, but in my opinion it is completely worth a visit for:

a) The sheer barking-ness of it
I don't think I've ever visited somewhere with more unselfconsciously bizarre exhibits! It's not trying to be bonkers, it just is. Of course my knowledge of Chinese mythology is pretty limited - so to a Westerner a lot of the vignettes will seem even more puzzling. There were a few scenes I recognised from watching the 'Monkey' TV series with Pigsy, Tripitaka and co. as a child in England. The rest - who knows?

(There are some descriptions in Chinese and English, btw, but it was raining when I visited, so I didn't read them all!)

b) The faded old-world grandeur
To me, the flaking paint and run-down aspects of this place made it all the more charming and authentic. (Another typical British viewpoint!) There were flavours to me of the old Lidos in London - but on an epic scale and in Asian style. You can get a strong feel for families in the 30s and 40s taking a day out in this colourful and new place. Plus the 'modern' vignettes depict retro scenes of Singapore back in the day!

An added bonus of its unpopularity is that it is practically empty. No queues, no giant packs of screaming kids - just you and this strange world of figurines :)

c) The fact it surely must be completely unique.


This place now falls between those two stools of 'charming disrepair / blissful quietness' and possibly 'going to close down due to lack of visitors'. Some areas were closed - presumeably for repairs?? And the only renovation being done on my visit was one old geezer re-painting scenes with loving care.

Having said this, a new MRT stop opened last year just for Haw Par Villa. So perhaps there will be more interested, charmed and baffled visitors in the future?

MORE PIX SOON (when I've sorted this upload problem out!)

Haw Par Villa, 262 Pasir Panjang Road, Singapore 118628
MRT: Haw Par Villa (Circle Line)

Saturday 9 June 2012

Wot no pix?! Disgruntled at Blogging Towers

Today, as I tried to upload a nice visual story for you, gorgeous and glamorous readers, Blogger told me to naff off. I have apparently used up my 1GB of free Picasa space, so now I have to pay for the pleasure of putting images on this blog.

No thanks!

Am going to attempt setting up a Picasa pic hosting account and see if it will accept images from there. (This in itself is a hassle; I don't actually want a Picasa account!) Of course Blogger and Picasa are both owned Google - and I am thus far not massively impressed.

The formatting of posts and images within posts on this host is damn tricky - it just doesn't do what it's told. I am sure this might be remedied if I knew code. I don't; I'm just a wordy person wanting to communicate. And I am sure many bloggers out there are like me!

So overall have rather gone off the whole idea of being hosted by Google and its pushy ways. It might be that I will have to (or prefer to!) set up an entirely new blog, somewhere else.  

Keep watching this space!

Thursday 7 June 2012

The Pinnacle at Duxton

I pass this place on the way to work. It's maaassssiiiivve! And reminds me somewhat of the Deathstar, or another sci-fi 'city in the sky'. In fact it is 'The Pinnacle at Duxton' - a posh-looking HDB development, no less. Yes, folks, that's 'council housing' but done Singapore style.


(Actually, to be fair, slightly experimental Singapore style.)

The project completed in 2009, and it consists of seven interlinked blocks, each 50 storeys high, housing a total of 1,848 apartments. These are actually the world's tallest public housing blocks, and the skybridges represent the world's two longest sky gardens (apparently).

Members of the public can go up to visit the skybridge on the 50th floor for a SGD5 fee. (But only 200 at a time!) The 26th floor skybridge is private for residents only.


It looks pretty swish to me. I have no idea what the flats are like inside, though apparently there are 35 different variations - with or without balconies, bay windows etc etc. Also, as a Brit, the idea of very high-rise living is a bit scary to me. We're generally used to low-rise! But I am guessing the views from the upper floors must be quite spectacular here.

Things I Miss From the UK series: coming soon!

I have now been living for five months in Asia, and am feeling about 5% homesick. Actually right now I am mostly missing the countryside (where I grew up) rather than London (my adult hometown) but I'll post things up as they pop into my head. For non-Brits, I hope it will add some quirky knowledge of the UK!

Wednesday 6 June 2012

サ~ ビス spleen (service spleen)

Today as I failed to get anyone's attention in a Japanese restaurant in Singapore, I realised that the one place in the world (that I've been to) where you can get decent service is Japan. (And I am not talking expensive eateries, but pretty much anywhere. Even if your Japanese language is dodgy!) The flipside of this, I am told by numerous Nihonjin friends, is that it's a total nightmare if you happen to actually have a service-type job in Japan - as there is high pressure to please and your boss can be strict. But for the customer, it's nice.

Restaurants
Incidentally, the staff at today's Japanese restaurant were not Japanese. They all kept saying 'irashaimase!' (welcome) to passersby, but when I asked for the bill in Japanese, I got a blank and slightly annoyed stare! This eaterie, which was not a cheap one, seemed to suffer from a common Singaporean problem: lots of staff, but nobody really knows what to do. I had to ask for everything - menu, tea top-up, my food, the bill - sometimes more than once. There were maybe four staff just standing there in front of me, looking blank and bored, but nobody had the initiative to actually ask the gesticulating, empty-bowled customer if she would like more tea, the dessert menu...

*sigh*

In the UK you might get a similar lack of service but it would normally be because there are no staff around at all. Or occasionally they are all entertaining each other with stories and not interested in the customer. Though some places seem to adopt a 'you must ask your customers if they are OK every ten minutes' policy - which can be annoying and intrusive - moreso if the staff are also not interested in the customer, and so lollop over to your table to shout into your conversation at regular intervals. Of course, normally in Britain, if the price of the venue is higher, so will be the standard of service.

However, I've found in both UK and Singapore that you get fairly good service from local, self-owned cheap eateries such as hawker stalls and greasy spoons. I guess this is a simple matter of pride. And it's noticeable.

Shops
Hugely variable everywhere (except Japan, from my limited experience!) But it's more likely you will get zero service in the UK due to lack of visible staff, or staff are just not interested in customers (even if you are trying to pay!) The exceptions to this in London seem to be John Lewis, Zara Covent Garden, and occasionally Boots.

The exact opposite is true of many Singaporean (and Malaysian) shops, however. If you put one toe through the door an assistant will pounce on you, follow you (as if tagging in a netball match) and continually tell you that the items you are viewing are 20% discount and (if clothing) you should try them on. To a Westerner this is totally weird, and quite annoying. We just want to come and browse - not be harassed and pressured! I've walked out of many stores when ambushed in this way. I am guessing that this approach is preferred by local shoppers (?) But if a Westerner wants, we ask. And it doesn't help that if an assistant follows you around a store in Europe, it means they think you are a shoplifter! The good, mid-priced service I've here was at m)phosis in Bugis.

Oddly I also find that some chain stores in Singapore (partic Guardian pharmacy - what's all that about?) seem to employ 'guides' who do not know what is in stock or where anything is. It's good to have somebody to ask; even in a smart suit. But not if they've had no training! At least on the rare occasions you can find someone in the UK, they will know roughly what's in-store, or have the initiative to ask someone who does.

Supermarket checkouts
A world all their own. And definitely friendlier in Singapore than Britain! Didn't try them in Japan. In Singapore, you will queue, but the staff will bag the items for you and might even say hello.

In most UK supermarkets, you will queue, then the cashier will fling your items off the conveyor belt, leaving you lunging through the air like Jonny Wilkinson to catch them and bag them at ultra speed, while the huge queue behind you waits impatiently. If you have something complex like *gasp!* a rucksack or own bags, forget it, you won't have time. You can try to make time. But you won't be loved for it.

There are exceptions, of course, where individual staff might be friendly or helpful. And the upmarket stores are often better, as is the Co-op (where staff share in profits). But the training for most day-to-day supermarkets seems to be - chuck the items, don't bag, take the cash, period.

Anyway, I'm not sure I'll go back to today's restaurant. In actual fact, the evening service, for a large group of us recently, was pretty good. Lunchtime - not so! And I can think of better ways of encouraging people to part with decent amounts of cash.

Sunday 3 June 2012

Nosh of the Day: 茶碗蒸し chawanmushi

Another premiere. I'd seen this around and just had it for the first time at Tampopo in Singapore. It is basically a Japanese very smooth, savoury egg custard, served in a cup. If you can imagine a delicately savoury crème brulée containing a piece of mushroom, a shrimp, fishcake slice, piece of grilled chicken - that's pretty much what this is. And very yum it is too. Will order again next time!

Chawanmushi means literally 'tea bowl steamed' - I guess because it is served in a tea cup.

Friday 1 June 2012

Nyonya deco shopfronts in Singapore

Nyonya shophouse architecture (like the food, costume etc) has twists all of its own. I have just been researching, having taken some pix around Singapore. In general, Nyonya houses have more eclectic Western elements - 'pillar' details, cornicing etc - and often windows are separate, and full-length with shutters (rather than in a row of waist-height openings). Also decoration is more colourful and ornate, with painted tiles, painted plaster flowers and patterns used.

Here's a Nyonya style shophouse in Chinatown, Singapore - and couple of pix I snapped between traffic in the Eunos / East Coast Road area showing Nyonya influenced decoration. If I see more, I will add photos.

In Chinatown

As I have mentioned before, Baba/Nyonya (or Peranakan) culture is the unique group of traditions and styles evolved by the intermarried Malays and Straits Chinese in this region. There are elements of this culture in pockets in Singapore, and a more in places like Melaka and Penang in Malaysia.


Incidentally, durian really does linger. And I could smell this shop from about 200m up the road!