Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Red velvet cake day.

Red velvet cake day.

I'm sure most of us have a particular item we always want to but never get around to ordering, because we're not sure it would be as good as our tried-and-tested favourite. I've always wanted to try a slice of red velvet cake, but the deep red sponge cake always seems a tad too bright, and I always end up convincing myself that a classic cheesecake or chocolate cake would save me from unwanted disappointment.

While grabbing a bite and a cuppa before What the Butler Saw this evening, I finally gave the Red Velvet Cake a shot.


picture from http://allrecipes.com/Cook/Photo.aspx?PhotoID=9198

Food for Thought felt like a warm cocoon from the bustling traffic outside, and like the tiny cafe, the cake was not outstanding but wholesomely tasty. The sponge cake was firm but not dry, and paired perfectly with the slightly tangy cream cheese frosting. I forked in mouthfuls between sips of iced tea latte, and that made for a light and decent (albeit unhealthy) dinner. This would definitely not be my last slice of Red Velvet Cake, that's for sure.

What the Butler Saw was a hoot! I'm not raving because I got media invites, but because it really had us splitting our sides with laughter. Ceci even exclaimed, in between gasps of air: "I want to die (from laughter)!" Shane Mardjuki (the hottie from Spellcast) was a bonus, but my favourite had to be Timothy Nga's Sergeant Ma. His horrid grammar and shocking vocabulary made a stellar performance. I think I enjoyed this more than Avenue Q. Really.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

An accidentally artsy night.

An accidentally artsy night.




Ballet under the Stars 2008 was a good way to spend a Saturday evening lazing on picnic mats and munching on finger food. And of course, to watch the ballet. Our supermarket-bought sushi and chips paled in comparison to the many picnic baskets and wine glasses. Next year, we're gonna drive. Haha.

During the second performance, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation the family behind us were having.

Woman: Good ah? The ra#&@#$ are really good.
(Here, I thought she was a dance expert commenting about pirouettes or some other unknown dance term, so I strained to find out what ra#&@# was.)
Man: Yeah, they're good.
Woman: Yeah, really sweet rambutans.

Haha! Only in Singapore would people watch a ballet and make comments on food.



After, we poked by the National Museum for a look-see at the Night Festival, and ended up staying for awhile watching the museum facade being lit and grooving to the infectious beats of Bloco Singapura at the Beatnik Picnic.




People were snapping away at an interpretation of Michelangelo's David, and we soon realized why - check out the zoomed in picture and interpret your own dirty selves.

I immediately sent Jemo an mms of the picture with the note: "You're not the only one who lost his mojo."

Haha, good night world.