Food Photography

Singapore Fish Head Curry

The first time S returned from Singapore and narrated to me, childlike excitement stark in his voice, his ...

The pot of milk, battered with age and use, sits on the stove, a low flame providing the needed ...

Grey winter takes a bow. And in hushed tiptoes arrives spring. With her mellow mornings and pleasant sun. ...

Sunday is bliss. Lazy let's-snooze-once-more mornings. Idle time-stops-still evenings. Out of ...

Age is catching up fast on Grandma. She no longer spends long hours in the soot -blackened ancient kitchen, ...

My princess must have inherited her love for fish from her Grandfather, Grandma would inevitably comment to ...

Grandma is in the kitchen, seated on her ancient pnire, the twin oonoons are still at work despite the late ...

Waiting in a serpentine queue on a rain-soaked Sunday, an umbrella barely generous to protect the two of us ...

It was a fog-laced chilly winter morning when S had suggested we head for breakfast to one of ...

My Chinese Chicken Roast. Luscious and succulent. Patiently basted with a honey - soy marinade. Perfumed with ...

Mrs Browns Dundee Cake, S had exclaimed when I had asked if he had any preferences for the cake we would be ...

The phone rings for a while before the unmistakable baritone voice of Rita Aunty answers the call. Did I ...