Rainbow Cake

At the risk of contradicting myself (see previous post), I must confess that I have a weakness for one particularly colourful treat, the Kek Pelangi or Rainbow Cake.

Maybe it’s the colour. Maybe it’s the flavour (extreme vanilla). One thing for sure is that it has a Kryptonite effect on me, all the time, without fail.

Someone I know said to me that Kek Pelangi is a “kek biasa-biasa pakai minum patang” (a normal tea cake), and she added that it’s not quite in the same league as the popular Kek Tapak Kuda or Cheesecake or Carrot cake and the like – seen as more classy or trendy – and served during Hari Raya. Perhaps there’s some truth in what my colleague said, that the fairly recent wave of creamy and fancy multi-layered (not to mention, expensive) cakes has taken a grip on Bruneians.

But I like Kek Pelangi, which you can buy in a Kadai runcit for a $1 for decent slice, or at the Pasar Malam (ants optional). I like Cheesecake and Carrot cakes and Tapak Kuda too, but somehow they’re not quite what I can have, or even want, for my morning or or afternoon tea on a regular basis. And no, you don’t get Kek Pelangi during raya nowadays, but I do remember having them with Kek Kismis and Kek ‘Marbal’ during raya visits not too far back in time.

I guess I’m just a nostalgic person. Or maybe I just like simple unpretentious things (-or people, for that matter). I like good old-fashioned cakes – the real stuff, you know.


Psychedelic Treat

Too often, I buy foodstuff because they’re just so attractive and eye-catching rather than because of their flavour, like this one:

I bought these colourful cupcakes simply because I was mesmerized by the psychedelic colours. They were also only a dollar. And I was also a bit late for work, so I thought I should buy some “pemanis” to bribe my colleagues with and avert death stares as I walked into the office. Works like a charm.

I look at these pics and can’t stop thinking “hippopotamus” – for some inexplicable reason – maybe it’s the pink spots, and I associate pink with hippos. Entah.

But I didn’t actually eat any of these cupcakes because at one point they looked like diseased mushroom heads and rather toxic. So I gladly offered them to my workmates for coffee, as I sat and watched them gobble the cakes down – half-anticipating one or a few of them to keel over backwards, legs akimbo and up in the air, and blue in the face from something like food-poisoning. That didn’t happen, unfortunately, but I still felt queasy from the saturated colours.

And am I the only one who thinks that these garish and gaudy cakes are a bit “poklen”? Again, I won’t even attempt to explain it.

American Idol 10 and an Icy Delight

As I’ve neglected this blog for a few months now, I’ve got a lot of catching up to do. I remember the last time I thought of properly posting something here the 10th season of American Idol was just starting (January). For the record I don’t usually follow the whole series, I find the weekly live rounds and elimination rather boring. But the first few weeks of audition around the US highlights the best talents, and dredges up the absolute worst – and the hillarious and simply barking mad.

So now that the show’s ended and the winner announced (prematurely tua-sounding Scotty, above), I feel obligated to rewind events.

So there I was in plonked on my couch in front of the TV, semi-decent, just back from work, ready for the first show, in full anticipation of the hillarity of the unashamed and over-inflated egos. Hungry as a kuda, I raided the fridge and got ready to unwind and enjoy the show.

‘A lovely cake with chocolate and vanilla centre’, you might think, and quite justifiably. You might even go further and think ‘Kek Tapak Kuda tebalek’.

But No, not a perfectly sliced cake. But frozen durian monthong. If you’re a regular reader of this blog, surely you’re not surprised.

For those blissfully saved from my reach, until now, I have a thing for durian – simply put.

And to ensure I can have my dosage of durian whenever I need it, I freeze them for out-of-season consumption, such as on this fateful day of American Idol 10 inauguration.

I admit my obsession for durian is a tad worrying, and it doesn’t help that I skive from my Durianers Anonymous (Tutong Chapter) weekly meetings… but I do foresee a potential market for this icy durian serving… even if the market only comprises of equally durian-mad freaks like me.