Ang Ku Kueh

ang ku

Because we need to buy these to give away, I twittered the universe and asked where I could get good ones. The answers are still coming in, and I thought I maiswell share them with you here:

  • Ji Xiang, Everton Park
  • Bengawan Solo
  • Sweet Surprise
  • Ng Kim Lee (Chun Tin Road)
  • 2nd level, Tiong Bahru Market (next to prawn mee stall)
  • Borobodur, Bedok (near Chai Chee side)
  • Molly’s (
  • Poh Cheu, Alexandra Village
  • Weekly Tweets

    • From Living at The Meconium #
    • From Nursing angels #
    • As good as Elaine Paige: #
    • Oh crap, I am sleepy. And baby wakes in 15 min. #
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    • From Confinement tips #
    • RT @kazitoshi: RT singaporenews TIGER Airways is giving away 188,000 seats to and from Singapore to celebrate its ..
    • OMG. What day is it? What month is it? Wha…? #
    • FB RT: Wendy Cheng can’t wait to put ridiculous crystals all over her Lumix!!! My crystals finally arrived! Weeett!! #
    • Beautifully imperfect video: “All these years of marriage, and the only things I remember fondly are his farts and snores”. #
    • RT @brainopera: Susan Boyle better watch out. Stavros Flatly (Father/Son duo) comes completely out of the blue on Britain’s Got Talent h … #
    • FB RT: Priscilla Liu “Obama in Mexico”, misread the headline and was all “OMG, they found Osama?” #
    • FB RT: Angela May for all of you that want to adopt but want a pure breed puppy… there is a 6 month old cocker spaniel in the spca. #
    • From Ginger and Fred #
    • RT @mike_elgan: New Twitter client makes Twitter look like Excel! Twitter now SFW! #
    • Anyone know where to get Ang Koo Kueh for Baby’s Full Month Celebrations? #
    • From Market sentiments #

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    Market sentiments

    How about the lovely blue skies we’ve been having lately?

    I don’t care if it’s just me liking the idea of spending Saturday morning shopping at the market for my family. The confinement nanny has been making me go to the market to shop for ingredients to make confinement food with.

    Being a supermarket (read: cannot converse in Mandarin) kinda guy, it’s taken 3 visits to iron out the wrong purchases – like mistakenly asking for the kampong chicken to be chopped into so many pieces it might as well have been ground – and I’m starting to enjoy the market and the nonsense banter the stall holders engage in with their customers.

    “Wah, today so early ah?” is a common line (even though I’ve never been later than today), as is “how much pork bones you want today?”, as if you’ve always bought pork bones.

    Then there is also one Vegetable Stall Auntie who tells me everything I want is expensive, and asks if I really want to buy them. So considerate. So confusing.

    Ginger and Fred

    Days 10 & 11

    A couple more things struck me about having a newborn – your home becomes like the opposite of a zoo. Your friends want to come visit and see the new baby, and you have to tell them, sure but not during feeding hours.

    The other thing is, with the help of the confinement nanny, we have raised the price of ginger. There’s about two tonnes of ginger in our kitchen, waiting to be prepared and incorporated into such culinary delights as pork with ginger, fish with ginger, beef with ginger, vegetables with ginger, and ginger with ginger.

    We’d have gone bonkers if Baby Kai wasn’t the cutest baby in the universe who doesn’t mind his parents and nanny having ginger breath.

    Confinement tips

    Baby Kai
    With this potion, I shall be invincible…. muahahahahaha!

    We’ve had lots of advice on Naomi’s recovery, ranging mostly from slight quackery (cannot drink cold water) to pure quackery (cannot drink plain water unless it’s mixed with ground eye of newt, stirred counter-clockwise, on the cusp of a partial or total eclipse of the moon).

    Naomi’s also been told she has to wear socks when walking around the house, because your Caesarean wound won’t heal properly if you don’t wear socks, never mind the head trauma when you slip and fall on the tiled floor.

    There’s also the no-shower rule, which, shhh… don’t tell the rellies, we’ve flouted every day since Kai was born. And then there’s the diet.

    Relatives have been convening every other day to discuss the merits of eating chicken, and whether eggs are also in the same controlled substance list, and whether to follow Chapter 75 or 127 of the Book of Quackery, which has conflicting advice but no provision for arbitration.

    Our Confinement Nanny, although from the School of No Chicken Means No Eggs Confinement Diet, has demonstrated herself to be more of a moderate, thankfully. She lets Naomi shower, and she cooks a mean meal – we were treated last night to home-made char siew, can you believe that?

    This morning, she also gave us this gem of a tip (maybe you already know this, but we’re slow like that, see?):

    Store your wet wipes upside down (with the opening at the bottom). This way, your wet wipes are always… um… more wet.