Journey to the Center of Food Heaven #12

This post begin with a story, unrelated...

It was a very hot late afternoon. Granny was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner for grandpa and the family. She has been doing this for as long as she can remember, and she loves it. All her children grow with her cooking. She knows her food not only healthy and nutritious, but with love that make her family strong.

A small girl ran and curiously asked her granny:"Where is heaven, Por por? How can we get there?"

The old lady answered:"Its in your heart. As long as you see it, it's in your heart."

... As long as we see it, everywhere is heaven.

... As long as we appreciate, everything is heaven's food.

Picture taken in a morning market at a residential area. There is a stall selling giant "dim sum" for take away. Steamy hot food in a cold morning. The yellow balls were "fu jok" stuffed with rice. Underneath were lotus leave rice, with a large piece of chicken inside. And of cause, beside those were "har kau" and "siu mai".
The auntie selling those curiously looking me taking picture. But she smile when I showed her my taken.

Journey to the Center of Food Heaven #11

Experience and feeling just separate by a thin line. Experienced hunter uses his instinct and feeling to locate his pray. Maybe his experience enable him to analyze the environment and situation and conclude the probability of win. Maybe he is just based on his feel and natural instinct to find his food.

I am not sure which is the one I use, but the more I hunt, the better I can locate good food... I think.

Of cause, there must be some misfiring moment, like the Portuguese Tart story. People said:"No matter how smart a squirrel jump between trees, it will fall down one day." I take that as my learning. So, whenever I hunted a bad food, I will just let myself go as I know: bad things never last, and good things not forever.


This is the table decoration and drinks cover with the shop brand, Siu Hong Mao. A tiny little shop in Macau city center. Youngsters make up the number of its patrons. I was the eldest one.

Journey to the Center of Food Heaven #10

If a person zap by lighting twice, he must be extremely unlucky. But most of the time, good things come twice. Don't you agree?

So, beside the pork chop bun, we all know Macau has another famous food - the Portuguese Tart.

But the problem is, it is easy to identify the number ONE green stall by asking few aunties and follow the queuing crowd (although there is other pirated chops around). It is rather difficult to locate THE Portuguese Tart. The entire Macau is full of cake shops selling these kind of tart. Just like when I went for Kajang Satay. "What the hek, everywhere shows Kajang Satay."

To make my day even worst, we Chinese seems too kind hearted by nature, or like to safe face. Whenever I asked for reference, there must be an answer given. Most of the time, its wrong. The kind Samaritan just simply "hantam". You ask a question, you get a answer, wright or wrong, no guarantee.

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"Mnn hou yi si, may I know which bus should I take to go to Tamzai (Taipa)?"

"Oh! Go to that bus station and wait for bus 26."

"Thank you so much!"

After waiting for ages and sense fishy, I asked another one and the result:" Oh! You should take bus 18."

"Gosh!"

Asked another one to verify, bus No. 24 appeared from nowhere.

Last, I just read the map and follow the sign! Why asking so much?

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Back to the Portuguese Tart story. I have no choice but to walked into a shop with a sign stated serving the best tart in town, very near the green pork chop shop. Presume this is THE ONE.

This is the shop, situated in the main road in Taipa, Rua de Cunha. Yes, Portuguese and I have no idea what it means.