As I write this, my fingers are going numb. It’s raining out there. I welcome the cold air a lot more than the usual scorching heat we have here in the tropics. Its days like this that you wished the trees were turning into a fiery orange and that your mother would make you a lovely stew for dinner. Usually, we’d just get steamboats. Hot piping soup brimming with plenty of ingredients that everyone threw in. Prawns, fishballs, pig liver, simply whatever you liked. That’s how we did celebrations when we gather for a party – fishing for food from a huge metal pot.
With the trimmings up in Orchard Road and the shops stocked up with festive goodies, the feeling of fall was creeping up on us (yes, we are delusional). Although autumn is not something one can experience here, one can always recreate the season with food to be laid on the table. Autumn brought harvests into the markets, we would have pumpkins, pears, plums and pomegranates readily.