The tale of the International Vodka Day

It was a beautiful Saturday morning. It was the day he had been waiting for. His parents were out of town and he was already excited about his upcoming party. There was a host of things to do: shopping for some frozen starters, paper cutlery and plates, making a playlist to keep the party going…

The tale of the Aperol Spritz @aqua

He tapped his feet with an urgency. There was a current of emotion running through his body, flowing out from his toes. He gritted his teeth as he waited for the verdict. A silence penetrated the air making it stiller than usual. Tick. Tock. The second hand relentlessly rung in his ear, louder than ever…

The tale of the pineapple buns

Part 3 Time stood still. There were days when Virginia thought about home and the pineapple buns she often gorged on while she was in Vancouver. The crispy crust, the moist, warm spongy insides and some sweet memories added to the overall experience of enjoying this tea-time delicacy. So once in a while, she would…

The tale of the beef brisket

Part 2 The answer struck her like a bolt of lightning. “What was I going to do with it? Well, I know.” A look of determination seeped into her eyes as she thought of Plan B. No, she was not going to be just another corporate slave. This was a city of dreams and after…

The tale of the fishballs

Part 1 A 20-something girl from Vancouver finally stepped onto Hong Kong soil. She found an apartment that fit herself and her suitcase down Nathan Road and worked as an HR assistant at a reputed organisation. Every other day, she found herself walking down to 48 Pitt Street, Yau Ma Tei. She stood by the…

The tale of the wok @nomads

She sat by her office window, aimlessly looking out, trying to find answers. Little did she know that the answers lay within. And then, something struck her like a bolt of lightning. She quickly looked up a list of old-age homes and planned visits to all of them. She was determined to make it happen….

The tale of the Black Bean Tofu @PureVeggieHouse

“I am beautiful,” I said to myself as I stepped out. It was the first time in a year that I had walked out with a purpose. I was going to office. And I was slowly but surely shaping my life to feel normal again. Staying home for a year was the toughest challenge I…

The tale of the sticky date pudding @PSCafe

“Your biggest win is your biggest loss.” He said as he paced up and down. There was a sudden madness in his eyes. A feeling of despair rose on the table with every step he took. “This is not working out.” He said, as he sat across her at their favourite cafe. “Okay. So what…

The tale of the chilly cheese toast @varietea

They were walking along the cobbled footpath, heads hung in despair. She sneaked a peak up at her father every now and then. She could feel him hurt from the inside, but she was looking for visible signs. A tear in the eye? A tremble of the lower lip? But all she saw was a…

The tale of the Kobe Sizzlers

I was born in a family that believed in dreaming big. Dad would say, “The world is your canvas.” Mom would concur with, “The world is too small. Think bigger.” We would sit by the dining table, learn a lesson on table manners, relish our meals. And then… think up a story, add some theatrics…