We sure found ourselves in some hot lava this morning, HL and I. We were not expecting that, and it was in many ways a rude shock to our systems. But we also had the same immediate concern: that nothing of the Raffles City Soup Spoon nature would happen. As HL said, “It’s a kitchen after all, and there are things that could be weapons.” I am so glad she did what we would call a “process check”, and we took off with as much grace as we could manage.
I really do hope nothing happened after we left.
Serendipitously found our way to chwee kueh (steamed rice cakes with chai po – preserved radish). Safer and settled, with enough to savour, we chatted.
Been a long time since we spoke, so it was interesting to hear about the turns in the journey. Struck me that the journey often has the wobbly ordinary-ness of rice cake, yet also the piquant flavours of chai po. It’s possible to have one without the other, but it’s just not the same.
It’s good to have fellow travellers to speak with and listen to… and to share chwee kueh with 🙂