Those were the days…

Those were the days when everytime Chinese New Year was round the corner, my mum would join my grandma and aunties to make the delicacies for the festive season.

They would make some kuih gunting…

…and tins and tins of kuih kereta…

I got these from my foster-cousin who used to live with and work for my grandma and aunties and took care of them when they were old/sick until they passed away.

They used to make kuih bangkit too…

I bought these from the nyonya stall in the Food Avenue at Spring in Kuching when I was there not too long ago with my daughter for one weekend.

And of all the things they made, we always looked forward to the pineapple jam tarts. Unfortunately, I do not have any the way they made them this year but my missus did buy these miserable-looking homemade ones from somebody…

…but of course, they are totally different. Well, as they say, beggars can’t be choosers. People say some things never change and I guess it is just as true to say that on the other hand, nothing stays the same…

Moving away from the festive mood, my daughter’s flying off tonight from KLIA to Wellington, transit Auckland. This is one of my all-time favourite songs from New Zealand. It is sung in Maori and the lyrics may not be very appropriate as it is a love song more than anything else. Nevertheless, it does not change the fact that it is a hauntingly beautiful song and I would like to share it with everybody here…

Have a safe flight and a pleasant journey, love…God bless and take care. Daddy loves you…always.