CHENDOL

This afternoon I had a delicious bowl of chendol. After sending her mother home from church and lunch, May wanted to go to Katong Shopping Centre. She had to exchange her new bra for a larger one. Her favourite bra shop is in this shopping centre. She shooed me away from the shop and told me to go and have some dessert.

One of my favourite dessert place is this one, B1-66, in the basement of the shopping centre. Well, I don't know what's the name of the shop as it is in Mandarin. I have been to this shop many times since it opened several years ago. Mostly, I had eaten dessert pastes like 'chee mau woo' (black sesame seed paste, one of my favourite) and almond paste. Never the chendol. For no apparent reason, I ordered the chendol. Boy, was I glad. This chendol is the real McCoy. The chendol is the original light green type, made from sweet potato flour, not those plastiky, deep green you get now-a-days. It is so soft that when you use your tongue to press it against your palette it squishes out and leaves a pleasant mushy sweet taste. Then you feel the sweet, with a tinge of sourness, gula melaka (coconut sugar) gliding down the back your tongue. The soft but firm red beans were a pleasant complement. Yum, yum. Still, can't beat the one in Malacca.