Cheer in a Bowl

Yummy stuff

Nothing comforts my sick self as much as the process of having a bowl of porridge and a cup of hot honey lemon tea. It is comfort food like this that is reason enough for us to fall sick sometimes – for the porridge tasted creamier in the throat when it is in pain and the smell of broth is never sweeter on the nose than when you have a blocked nose.

I had many fond memories that is built around eating porridge: having them in tiny plastic bowls with my babysitter at coffee shops early on weekday mornings, eating baby-soft congee with pickled vegetables with the family in SP in a bid for simple meals, dating at Canton-I with a big bowl of porridge delectably prepared with century egg or snacking on porridge with yew char kuay (Chinese crullers) when hungry at shopping malls.

Every single time when life gets too tough for me, I flash to the time when all I need is a bowl of congee to take everything that weighs me down away.