I Love Wedding Cakes

I have always known that, secretly, in my own sanity- and logic-defying way, Prince William and I were meant to be. Ever since the day seven-year-old me, already harbouring delusions of princess-y grandeur, laid eyes on William's shiny blonde hair in one of my mother's magazines about royals (yes, she is a British monarchist; no, I don't know why, though that doesn't stop me from blaming the Oppressive Forces of Western Colonialism and subsequent brainwashing of our pliant Eastern minds, and also Princess Diana because she was so stylish how could you not love the Royals if she was one of them).

Behold the shiny blond locks to which I refer.

Today, my belief in the fact that Wills and I were once upon a time meant to be, which has floundered of late due to Wills' receding hairline and dulling of said shiny blonde hair, the fact that I have found my own prince (aww let's all throw up together now) and the fact that I find the British accent really pretentious and obnoxious, has, however fleetingly, been reinforced.

The dude has ordered a CHOCOLATE BISCUIT CAKE for his WEDDING. Take a minute to appreciate how AWESOME this is. This is the gastronomical equivalent of releasing 100 white doves after you vow to forever love and cherish your spouse and promise that they will always win future arguments and get to pick which side of the bed to sleep on and having an elephant show up and wish you nuptial congratulations (if Nicole Richie can have an elephant at her wedding, I can dream about it too okay). Obviously and as usually I am exaggerating, but only slightly, because I love chocolate biscuit cakes too. Admittedly I am not as posh as the Windsors and call it plain old kek batik and only eat it during Hari Raya, but it is one of THE great rewards of fasting for a month (the other being... you know, getting to eat during the day again). So potayto potahto, William: it's primarily chocolate, unbaked, contains crushed biscuit pieces (it's ingenious, those biscuit pieces!) ... we are lusting over the same thing.


So now you see, Wills and I were clearly meant to be united over our love of kek batik, and WE could have had a chocolate biscuit wedding cake. The only real problem with this theory is that I actually don't really want to marry him at all (anymore... one can only be so enamored of shiny blond hair for so long, and love of shiny blond hair a relationship does not make). I actually just want the chocolate biscuit wedding cake. Inside chocolate biscuit cake, outside, like this:

... as inspired by this. Not that I've spent any time thinking about this of course, but there are some things a girl has got to know about herself, and one of those things is what you want your wedding cake to be like.

Singapore: The Good, The Bad and the Pretty

The Good:

1. Yakitori Chicken Skin at the ION Orchard food court.

Which I am personally not into in large quantities, but which Goosey says he can eat by the bucketloads. I am sure this is a lie that, if tested, would end with a tearful vomit-ty boyfriend revoking such a ridiculous claim, but unfortunately for me and fortunately for him, I will not try to prove it.


2. Ayam Penyet at Confused Cook? (Deliberate ?, to denote the Cook's confusion, not mine)

I like ayam penyet and sometimes wish I was Indonesian so I could stake a claim to it, but really, who am I kidding, if the tempe and tahu are goreng-ed, I will automatically fall in love with you and then eat you, and it doesn't really matter what else is on the plate.


3. I Love Meat Sandwich, Confused Cook?

Goosey's sandwich, thus his hands all over said sandwich, trying to figure out how best to put all three meat layers in his mouth at one go.


4. Blackforest Profiteroles, P.S. Cafe

MAGICAL. Like chocolate ice cream cherry pastry MAGIC in your MOUTH.



The Bad:

1. The National, who, by the way, was the sole and much anticipated reason for the entire Singapore trip, CANCELLING THEIR SOLD-OUT SHOW. Because of the tsunami and earthquake. Which happened in JAPAN. If they didn't make such beautiful music I would never forgive this terrible oversight in geography and swear them off forever. As it is, I am swearing them off for a minimum of two weeks.

2. Falafel Wrap, Marmalade Cafe

Did not taste like falafel, but like bland mashed potatoes in a wrap.



The Pretty:

1. These books.


1. This bag.


Somehow it is easier to justify being a crazy book lady than a crazy bag lady (it might have something to do with the whole reading books imparts knowledge thing), but both are equally pretty.

Brunch; Home

Omg, I love my new iPodch.



I also loved the scrambled eggs and burger bits brunch Goosey made this morning (all by himself! And okay it was really afternoon, but it was a Sunday, so that fact is both expected and forgivable).

So when you combine both those things and they culminate in a picture of this brunch that I took with my iPodch and edited with my iPodch and am posting in this blog with my iPodch, the conclusion is omfg, I LOVE my iPodch.