Somewhere between the final putt and the first sip of a cold post-game beer, I found god again. Not in the heavens, but on a plastic tray in a little shop.
It was kuih talam – salty-sweet coconut cream on top, pandan-mung bean bliss below.
Somewhere between the final putt and the first sip of a cold post-game beer, I found god again. Not in the heavens, but on a plastic tray in a little shop.
It was kuih talam – salty-sweet coconut cream on top, pandan-mung bean bliss below.
