Despite its rarity of appearing in our christmas snow-globes, our family decided to hit the road for Melaka. The ultimate Christmas break. Or feast.
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Forgive me if the amount of food pictured here can barely hit your minimum calorie requirement. My food photo collection had been blown off the tracks into rather pathetic proportions every time the food was ready to dig into.
For a change, the family decided to leave all forms of wool and fur behind. A road trip to Melaka for the weekend, it was. Having little history of being majestically positioned in a snow-globe, this particular town might be last to strike as a Christmas-break destination. I’m barely complaining though - chilly bowls of Cendol and our varying opinions about the best Peranakan restaurants constantly have us coming back for more. Where dusty air and dense traffic is concerned, it just so seems that the charm of this town might have to do with a deeper connection. Not atmospherically speaking, but in a palatable manner.
Rising to the challenge of an 8am morning call, be prepared to hit the streets for a kueh run accompanied by an occasional conversation with the town’s very last Blacksmith (the best I’ve seen since Runescape)(I was at a good level of 32, mind you). Keep the spirit going - ditch the Starbucks Latte for a white kopi at the coffee shop with your bowl of noodles. Become an annual regular with the roadside Popiah maker. Cringe as you see him stuff your serving with lard. Close your eyes. Eat. That wasn’t so bad wasn’t it? Come back again next year.
With another trip down, I'm finally going to concede defeat with Melaka. The food quota will always be exceeded but like they always say - keep your holidays close but your meals even closer.
Lots of love and a long trip home,
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