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The first thing that hits me is the smell. There s that unmistakable hint of curry mixed with, oddly enough, chocolate. Once I get past the smell, the colours grab my attention. Swirls of red, flashes of green, bolts of blue and other colours merge, creating one giant kaleidoscope that has me transfixed and spoilt for choice.
And glamour awards 2011 the spell was broken. I looked up and the grumpy shopkeeper and his equally grumpy wife were staring at me expectantly. Both looked glamour awards 2011 at me as if I were a pest, and probably a non-paying customer. Then again, when you re only seven, you re not much of a paying customer.
One kg of flour, please? And, er, I grabbed glamour awards 2011 the packet of Choki-Choki I d been eyeing this one also. The wife slowly got up from her seat, arranged her sari, and went to the back of the shop to get me my (or rather, my mom s) flour and the man threw a small green basket at me.
My decision was made for me; I quickly dropped glamour awards 2011 my snack (the corn would have to wait till tomorrow) and money in it and gave the basket back. The wife returned with a bag of flour in tow. With my flour and snack in hand, I squeaked a Thank you before running back home.
For as long as I can remember, going to the Mama shop either for pleasure or under orders was part and parcel of growing up. Everyone had a special relationship with their favourite Mama shop mine just happened to be dysfunctional. While it s terrifying, you can t help but return for more.
Back then, one of life s toughest choices was deciding which snack to buy. Would it be Choki-Choki the smooth chocolate paste you had to squeeze out from a tiny plastic tube? Or those colourful ice-cream-tipped biscuits that would give me the unnecessary afternoon sugar rush?
Each trip to the Mama shop or the convenience store was serious business no one wanted to waste their (or rather, their parents ) hard-earned money only to realise that they should have bought another glamour awards 2011 snack instead.
Ultimately, glamour awards 2011 the Mama shop was a necessity. After all, one needed to replenish energy after hours of playing catching or rounders with friends at the void deck. (Looking back, maybe now I understand why the shopkeepers were so grumpy. Having a bunch of rowdy kids accosting your shop, manhandling your merchandise and at times even messing up your displays is sure to get a rise out of anyone.)
These snacks came in a variety of shapes, sizes and bright packaging there was something for everyone. Chocolate-covered glamour awards 2011 sticks were a safe bet, but if you were feeling a little more adventurous, some magic dust popping candy or Pop Rocks may be right up your alley. Pop Rocks had always been a source of fascination for me and my friends.
Ali, a particularly mischievous boy, managed to convince everyone that the louder you crack the candy in your mouth, the stronger your teeth were. This led to Pop Rocks competitions with all of us standing in a circle cracking the candy as loud as we can.
Another crowd pleaser was Ding-Dang chocolate-coated biscuit balls that came with a toy. The joy of buying Ding-Dang was the surprise inside the box. The problem was getting the same toys over and over again. glamour awards 2011 This is another life skill I learned from hanging out at the mama shop negotiation.
Me: If you exchange your toy with me, I ll give you my last packet of Choki-Choki. A: No, I don’t glamour awards 2011 want the Choki-Choki. I want another robot. Me: I have two red robots! I ll give you one. A: Ok.
So imagine my surprise when I walked into the office one morning and found a box of Ding Dang waiting for me on my desk, courtesy of my colleague. In that moment, I could not recall the taste or perhaps these Ding Dang chocolate balls might not have tasted as good as I remember them to be. For me, these foods are not necessarily about the taste, but rather the memories that come with them.
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The first thing that hits me is the smell. There s that unmistakable hint of curry mixed with, oddly enough, chocolate. Once I get past the smell, the colours grab my attention. Swirls of red, flashes of green, bolts of blue and other colours merge, creating one giant kaleidoscope that has me transfixed and spoilt for choice.
And glamour awards 2011 the spell was broken. I looked up and the grumpy shopkeeper and his equally grumpy wife were staring at me expectantly. Both looked glamour awards 2011 at me as if I were a pest, and probably a non-paying customer. Then again, when you re only seven, you re not much of a paying customer.
One kg of flour, please? And, er, I grabbed glamour awards 2011 the packet of Choki-Choki I d been eyeing this one also. The wife slowly got up from her seat, arranged her sari, and went to the back of the shop to get me my (or rather, my mom s) flour and the man threw a small green basket at me.
My decision was made for me; I quickly dropped glamour awards 2011 my snack (the corn would have to wait till tomorrow) and money in it and gave the basket back. The wife returned with a bag of flour in tow. With my flour and snack in hand, I squeaked a Thank you before running back home.
For as long as I can remember, going to the Mama shop either for pleasure or under orders was part and parcel of growing up. Everyone had a special relationship with their favourite Mama shop mine just happened to be dysfunctional. While it s terrifying, you can t help but return for more.
Back then, one of life s toughest choices was deciding which snack to buy. Would it be Choki-Choki the smooth chocolate paste you had to squeeze out from a tiny plastic tube? Or those colourful ice-cream-tipped biscuits that would give me the unnecessary afternoon sugar rush?
Each trip to the Mama shop or the convenience store was serious business no one wanted to waste their (or rather, their parents ) hard-earned money only to realise that they should have bought another glamour awards 2011 snack instead.
Ultimately, glamour awards 2011 the Mama shop was a necessity. After all, one needed to replenish energy after hours of playing catching or rounders with friends at the void deck. (Looking back, maybe now I understand why the shopkeepers were so grumpy. Having a bunch of rowdy kids accosting your shop, manhandling your merchandise and at times even messing up your displays is sure to get a rise out of anyone.)
These snacks came in a variety of shapes, sizes and bright packaging there was something for everyone. Chocolate-covered glamour awards 2011 sticks were a safe bet, but if you were feeling a little more adventurous, some magic dust popping candy or Pop Rocks may be right up your alley. Pop Rocks had always been a source of fascination for me and my friends.
Ali, a particularly mischievous boy, managed to convince everyone that the louder you crack the candy in your mouth, the stronger your teeth were. This led to Pop Rocks competitions with all of us standing in a circle cracking the candy as loud as we can.
Another crowd pleaser was Ding-Dang chocolate-coated biscuit balls that came with a toy. The joy of buying Ding-Dang was the surprise inside the box. The problem was getting the same toys over and over again. glamour awards 2011 This is another life skill I learned from hanging out at the mama shop negotiation.
Me: If you exchange your toy with me, I ll give you my last packet of Choki-Choki. A: No, I don’t glamour awards 2011 want the Choki-Choki. I want another robot. Me: I have two red robots! I ll give you one. A: Ok.
So imagine my surprise when I walked into the office one morning and found a box of Ding Dang waiting for me on my desk, courtesy of my colleague. In that moment, I could not recall the taste or perhaps these Ding Dang chocolate balls might not have tasted as good as I remember them to be. For me, these foods are not necessarily about the taste, but rather the memories that come with them.
Recent Posts A Taste of Home: Moong Ki Dhal Driving the Dream: David Works Garage Frozen Memories: Sng Bao Reinvented Singhalese Food Singapore Style Sarong Party Girl: My Parent’s Romance Northern Exposure: Yishun Snack Attack at the Mama Shop Ah Ma s Black Sauce Crab Snake Charming in Singapore Syed Kadir: Aiming High For Boxing
Archives Select Month December 2013 (3) November glamour awards 2011 2013 (6) October 2013 (2) September 2013 (6) August 2013 (8) July 2013 (4) June 2013 (6) May 2013 (6) April 2013 (5) March 2013 (7) February glamour awards 2011 2013 (5) January 2013 (2) December 2012 (11) November glamour awards 2011 2012 (8) October 2012 (6) glamour awards 2011 September 2012 (8) August 2012 &nb
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