Until today we enjoyed free meals as they were covered by our company as part of the move. That was really nice and we tried several restaurants.
Like every good thing, it couldn't last forever... sadly today we had to pay for our food and naturally decided for pasta and pesto to renew with our "home" food.
Step one was to go to the store to get supply. That was reasonably easy as we food Barilla spaghetti, same as in Belgium. For the pesto they didn't have our brand but two different ones:
- one made in Australia at S$6.60
- one made in Italy at S$5.50
We decided for the Italian one as after all Italians should know better how to make pesto than Australians, no?
Step two was the preparation which turned out more challenging.
I used our one pot to boil water, but only once I found the switch that gives power to the hot plate. Singapore is like in the UK. They have a switch for everything: the water heater, the fridge, the hood, the plugs, you name it. Conclusion when you plug something you need to make sure the switch is on, or you could wait hours for your water to boil. While I was finding my way around the kitchen, Wolfram went on a quest for salt. In our smart shopping we forgot to buy salt and oil. Wolfram suggested to get it from the lounge where we have breakfast. Unfortunately at night, this area is empty and he had to kindly ask the reception for a bit of salt. 5 minutes later, someone was ringing at the door with the equivalent of two tablespoons of salt. We probably now have enough for the whole duration of our stay.
Once pasta was ready I carefully used the small sieve to get the water away and then mixed the pesto in with one of our four tablespoons.
Step three was not as good as we hoped. Despite we had nice plates (two of course), the pesto sauce was not as good as we wished. Maybe the Italians got it wrong. Maybe it's the travel time to Singapore. Maybe next time we eat Asian.
As I prepared dinner tonight I couldn't help noticing that it looked like the dishes and pot had never been used. The kitchen towels still had starch on them. I'm sure that tomorrow there will be discussion within the group of maids cleaning the apartments. Discussion about this weird people who needed salt and cooked in their apartment...
Like every good thing, it couldn't last forever... sadly today we had to pay for our food and naturally decided for pasta and pesto to renew with our "home" food.
Step one was to go to the store to get supply. That was reasonably easy as we food Barilla spaghetti, same as in Belgium. For the pesto they didn't have our brand but two different ones:
- one made in Australia at S$6.60
- one made in Italy at S$5.50
We decided for the Italian one as after all Italians should know better how to make pesto than Australians, no?
Step two was the preparation which turned out more challenging.
I used our one pot to boil water, but only once I found the switch that gives power to the hot plate. Singapore is like in the UK. They have a switch for everything: the water heater, the fridge, the hood, the plugs, you name it. Conclusion when you plug something you need to make sure the switch is on, or you could wait hours for your water to boil. While I was finding my way around the kitchen, Wolfram went on a quest for salt. In our smart shopping we forgot to buy salt and oil. Wolfram suggested to get it from the lounge where we have breakfast. Unfortunately at night, this area is empty and he had to kindly ask the reception for a bit of salt. 5 minutes later, someone was ringing at the door with the equivalent of two tablespoons of salt. We probably now have enough for the whole duration of our stay.
Once pasta was ready I carefully used the small sieve to get the water away and then mixed the pesto in with one of our four tablespoons.
Step three was not as good as we hoped. Despite we had nice plates (two of course), the pesto sauce was not as good as we wished. Maybe the Italians got it wrong. Maybe it's the travel time to Singapore. Maybe next time we eat Asian.
As I prepared dinner tonight I couldn't help noticing that it looked like the dishes and pot had never been used. The kitchen towels still had starch on them. I'm sure that tomorrow there will be discussion within the group of maids cleaning the apartments. Discussion about this weird people who needed salt and cooked in their apartment...
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