Crunchy Bottoms

Striking the caloric balance. Barely.

Category Archives: Dessert

Baked by Lace

Baked by Lace

If there is one thing that can be infinitely fascinating, it’s finding someone so passionate about baking they’re writing formulas, punching numbers into calculators to get that perfect proportion of ingredients, using premium ingredients, never compromising on quality, and meticulous with every detail.

Well I’m glad to have met Lace.

She’s like me, except only the cupcake equivalent to my bread, but also much more popular (cupcakes > bread) and successful with her batches of inconceivably moist and delicately-crumbed cupcakes.

I won’t be frosting and selling my bread by the boxes anytime soon. Wholemeal Sourdough? Dark Rye Bread? Pssh. Who’d buy that?!

But Lace! Lace has got all manners of maddeningly adorable confectioneries. Salted Caramel! Cookies n Cream (my all-time favourite)! Peanut Butter Chocolate! Classic Vanilla Bean! And then she’s got Nutella under her belt! And Dark Chocolate Sea Salt! Red Velvet! Black Forest! Chocolate Bailey’s! Mocha!

She’s been toying with bread too, and while we’ve launched into lengthy discussions over hydration percentages and pre-ferments, I get the feeling she’ll one-up me with a brioche recipe soon and once again, I’ll be stupefied. I shan’t bother competing.

Peanut Butter Chocolate

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Le Cafe Confectionery & Pastry

Le Cafe Confectionery & Pastry

There are few things in this world that are silky smooth and crunchy all at the same time.

Here are my top three:

1. Zha Liang/ Zha Leong – Dough Fritters wrapped in Rice Rolls.

2. Egg Tarts from Tong Heng.

3. Bean Curd Tarts.

You’ll see plenty of Zha Leongs in future posts, because I’ve been hunting down the best in Sg, and I’ve loved Tong Heng egg tarts since they started out from being sold at $0.90 till the $1.40 that they are now. Tempting little buggers are the ultimate sin whenever I’m in the Maxwell area.

And then there are these tempting cretins whenever I’m in the Middle Road area – which is pretty much every day now.

Bean Curd Tarts ($8 for 8)

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The Wooden Spoon

Wooden Spoon

UR has been taking up tons of my time these past two weeks, but if anything, it has given me a wealth of opportunity to meet the people behind humble establishments, to sample cuisines I’d otherwise never try, and – best of all – bumped up my chances of stumbling across hidden gems.

How I’ve managed to waltz by The Wooden Spoon the bajillion times I’ve made my way to Tom’s Palette is beyond me. I mean, it’s just right beside it! I’m talking about like 10cm away. Grab your cup of ice cream and shimmy over for $1 scones.

Good $1 scones.

Lordie, I want one now.

Blueberry Muffin! ($1.30)

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Dino Cakehouse & Cafe – Strawberry Delight

Strawberry Delight ($8.50)

Mommy bought home my favourite strawberry cake!

Well she bought home a whole load of stuff, as is the norm when she goes off to NTUC and sprees away, claiming that when I do grocery shopping, I ‘never buy all [her] things!’. But that’s not the point. The point is that the occasional cake, tutu kueh, tau huay (beancurd), min jiang kueh (peanut pancake), sometimes find themselves into one of the 3 large recyclable shopping bags mommy always brings out. And after an entire week of consuming food purely for sustenance because there’s no time to venture out for better things, my favourite Dino’s Strawberry Cake is like a beaming ray of light in my fridge.

Half a beaming ray of light, that is.

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Bakerzin (United Square)

Bread Basket

The first time I went to Bakerzin was about three years ago, perhaps four. 

Now if I had known that they had a bread basket, and that helping yourself to copious amounts of ciabatta, whole grain and rye breads, and slotting them into an adorable roller-toaster of sorts was completely unlimited (provided you order a set meal of $13.80+), I’d have frequented them sooner – and perhaps would have made a huge dent in their revenue. 

Come on. It’s bread. Fresh bread with balsamic vinegar and olive oil to go with. Now we’re talking carbohydrates. 

I would admit though, that the main reason we ended up consuming about five to six plates of bread could really be blamed on my over-enthusiastic delight of dropping the slices into the toaster, watching them roll across the red-hot grill and waiting on bated breath for them to plonkplonkplonk and slide merrily down the little metal slope to a stop before my eager plate. It’s kind of like a grown-up version of how I used to slot every single coin I could find when I was a little tyke of 3 or 4 years-old into the air-conditioning vents of the family car, to the point where my parents had to practically yank them out and exhume the damn pipes before they could sell the vehicle off. I’ve always been a rascal, except that I’ve grown more practical and responsible over the years (I don’t pee in convenient stores and break toilet bowls anymore) – I made sure to finish every single slice. 

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Spoilers

Canele Macarons

I’m spoilt.

I’m spoilt by everyone around me.

I spoil.

I spoil everyone around me.

So I suppose that means we’re all even then.

We’re all Spoilers, on top of being Snobs.

I’d like things to stay that way.

(Funny how using the same word repeatedly makes the word itself look and sound strange and foreign suddenly. Try it.)

Ash came back from Perth, and I got soft, gooey nougats.

Gushi came back from Sydney, and I got liquor chocolates.

I voiced the thought to Gushi of never having a single macaron in my entire life and I wanted one.

I got six. From Canele.

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Villa Di Parma (Formally Ristorante De Parma)

Pizza E Funghi

You would think that ever since I’ve stopped working to concentrate on university applications, my life would reach a tranquil reprieve of sorts, that it would be when I finally get to claw my way up to break the surface, sucking in my first gasp of fresh air since selling my soul to paperwork and sending screwy sms reminders to students.

Nothing much has changed.

I still sit at the computer the entire day, and the only differences would be the absence of my pores shrivelling up under sub-zero conditions with the air-conditioning blasting in my face and the lack of need to wear two jackets for 8 hours. Oh, and of course the steady emptying of my wallet. Silly me, how could I forget.

I’ve been so busy reading…things on the computer that I don’t even remember what they were!

But, you know, if it’s one thing I’d remember, it’s food – in the sense that I had yet to settle the date, time and venue for the meet-up with the girls that’s been delayed for almost a month already. It was probably hours before I sourced out this restaurant offering an in-house promotion for Tuesday Pizzas Night, where a selected assortment of thin-crust pizzas go for $12.90 each. Budget pizzas for budgeted students! What other fantastic way to spend Tuesday night could there possibly be?

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