What you do, basically, is run through a garden of vegetables with arms and fingers widely spread apart. Speed is the key here, my dear. Because as you go past rows of lady fingers, bitter gourd, and a variety of leafy things, you just need to mercilessly grab as many as you can. You stash the whole bunch in scalding hot water, et voila. Pepper for more fun. Salt for good reason.
Alternatively, one may just come over Singapore and go to any regular hawker center (read:public food court). This should have at least one stall that says Yong Tau Fu. There’s a pretty good one (read: fresh) in Bras Basah, which is just within the city. I obviously haven’t been to any gardens these past 27 years, so…
I’ve only had to loudly lament the short lifespan of the veggies in my fridge. I end up buying less and less every week because I always fear they’d go bad in no time, which has always been the case. And this new friend of ours simply mentions, “Why not grow your own?”, as if he’d just told me to wear ballet flats with everything! Quite tricky, and yet this had hints of pure genius underlying its simplicity.
Initial thought: One- way ticket to freakin Hipster-ville, hohoho, nothankyou.
Then I got to thinking of the Selby and all those amazing houses he’s featured. The best of them (in my opinion) had those mini/ D.I.Y. gardens and such. And most of those were even smack in the middle of cityscapes- Brooklyn, NYC? London? Tokyo, Japan? How unbelievably cool and earth- friendly and charming and lovely … and, and… these places were!
After thought: Should I dare… would I dare… to grow my own?
Stereotypes be damned! …I’ll let you know when I’ve decided.
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