Well, that’s what was literally written on the wall beside this ball-of-twine-looking guy whom I spotted in Forty Hands — this fantastic, tiny cafe in an alley street in Tiong Bahru.
Creepy.
Hmm, not really. Kinda reminds me of a leafy daruma doll, where it comes to you with only the whites of eyes and you draw in the black dots for luck.
He’s actually was quite a charming character, if I were to be asked.
Cherie Altea Bitanga finds herself constantly making food, talking about food and around people who know food. Her daily adventures go beyond her own kitchen in Singapore, spanning from the nondescript holes-in-the-wall to sumptuous dining adventures. She believes in the art of slow food and scours places in hopes of bringing home unique spices, salts and oils. She is also the occasional artist and food writer who learned how to cook early in life by inheriting culinary family traditions from her motherland: the Philippines.
For over a decade, this blogger’s career as an ESL instructor provided a multicultural atmosphere working with diplomats, celebrities, nuns, priests, politicians as well as high school and college students from all over the world. When she grows up, she hopes to cook for a living to celebrate her family’s culinary legacy.
