I was thrilled to have managed to organise a pancake party earlier this week. Shrove Tuesday, or Pancake Day, was just a few days ago and always creeps up on me, unannounced in my online calendar. Year upon year I always say how I wish I’d got my act together sooner and organised a dinner party featuring nothing else but the humble pancake.
Well, this year I managed it. We had two pancake stations at the end of the table; think Ritz Carlton buffet-style with *slightly* worse decor.
WISHING YOU A HAPPY, HEALTHY & PROSPEROUS YEAR OF THE GOAT!
Click on the link below to play an awesome CNY game of lo hei (for those not living in Sing, lo hei is a New Year tradition over here; each element of the dish represents something. See previous post here for more details).
The game only works on mobile devices I’m afraid.
Gong Xi Fa Cai!
Doesn’t sound very likely does it? My Japanese friend NH got me on to this and he’s not usually wrong about sushi joints. In fact, it was him that booked me into seriously grown up Mizuno when I was in Tokyo.
I have a love/hate relationship with Far East Plaza. I love it once I am there, but I have to really galvanize myself to get there: I blame it on that U-turn on Steven’s Road.
Anyway – once inside, there are two restaurants worth hunting out.
Just when you thought there couldn’t be another type of detox. Here it is. The next healthy living project, staring you in the face.
As my regular readers will know, I am on a *bloody awful* but effective ‘Clean and Lean’ diet masterminded by Ufit (I’ll be posting my stats at end of the regime). On the basis I am detoxing my body, why not do my hair at the same time?
I am very proud to be supporting my friend Fiona Argyle in her quest to save our skins. Global Babe was born in Singapore by formally launched a year ago from her little stall at the famous Saint-Tropez market in the tree-lined Place des Lices. Her ‘strong hats’, as they are called, sold like hot cakes.
Wide brimmed and floppily fantastic they not only embody Saint-Trop chic but they do a darn good job of protecting your face (and shoulders and décolleté) from the sun which, sadly and very scarily, suncream does not do alone.
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