YEARS from now, when I am old and grey, I will remember the green tea cream puffs I made yesterday (taken from Pichet Ong’s The Sweet Spot) as the first thing that did it.
By “it”, I mean feeding my husband Z something that finally makes him sit up and shout across the hallway, “Wah! Very good!”. By “it”, I mean packing 12 cream puffs in a container the next morning for his office tea-time and see him exclaim, “All these for meee?” Then, when he reaches the office, in case I forgot, he reminds me by texting: “Very yum!”
I’m not saying this lightly. These cream puffs are a milestone. Revolutionary. Epoch-making.
To fully appreciate the magnitude of their achievement, you have to understand: Z doesn’t like desserts. He doesn’t even like to eat. After I’ve made a cake and am piling superlatives on it, he could take a bite, look me straight in the eye and say, “It’s okay lah.”
If he were native American, his name would be “Rains On Your Parade”.
For more of Z’s unfathomable dietary leanings, go here. Or read the following conversation we had in the car:
Me: (Gazing out the window) I wanna eat expensive food. I miss all that stuff I used to review.
Z: Can lah, we go eat. Once a month.
Me: You? It’d be wasted on you. I’d rather go with Jenny, or Chris.
Z: No, no, no Jenny. No Chris. Eat with me. You have to educate me what.
Me: I’m talking about really fine food leh. Like this martini-glass thing I had at Iggy’s: cauliflower mousse at the bottom, Japanese uni in the middle and shiso jelly on top. Two mouthfuls and it’s gone. (Translation for non-Singaporean readers: Iggy’s serves modern European food with strong Japanese influences, rated top 100 in the world by Restaurant magazine)
Z: How much?
Me: $150 for lunch set.
Me: But it’s got five or six courses. It’s considered reasonable.
Z: Okay lah. Then we eat somewhere at $70 per head. Reasonable?
Me: Hmmm… yeee-ah… That’s like Da Paolo without wine… (Translation: Da Paolo is a mid-upper Italian chain that serves freshly made pasta in beige-soaked, designer surrounds)
Z: Seventy bucks and it’s without wine?! Sh**. It’s just carbonara man.
Me: So? Are we eating or not?
Z: I’m just thinking about the bike parts I can buy with $70.
Me: Fine food is like that what.
Z: I’d rather eat chup chye png. (Translation: A $3 plate of rice with choice of three dishes)
Me: Chiak sai lah. (Translation: Eat my waste matter, why don’t you.)