Chapter Eight

Chinese Desserts

甜品

This is my mother's chapter. The dishes here came from her kitchen, in the order she made them — the cooling cheng tng of the long hot afternoon, the deep banquet-closing hong dou sha, the silken dun daan she made for small kindnesses, the heritage tau hwey skimmed in cloud-layers before the household was awake, and the bubur cha cha she made on every Chap Goh Mei to send out to the neighbours. The chapter is the choreography of a single home kitchen — pandan-leaf knot on a small saucer at the corner of the counter, late-afternoon light through the right-side window, four heating stations running at once. Reportedly the dish you ate last in our house was always one of these. Hers was the table that ended on amber.

Five Recipes

Hock Ko's Mother's Kitchen