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I'm writing from my pal K's place in an exurb south of KL. While she used to sleepover at mine occasionally years ago, I hadn't yet been a houseguest at hers, so it was about time to rectify that. K's place is a cheerful seafoam-hued apartment filled with houseplants and

I've wanted to be a food person for the longest time. Ever since I first read Kitchen Confidential. Ever since I paged through Betty Crocker cookbooks before bed. Ever since I saw Martin Yan speed-chop garlic with his eyes closed. I loved to eat, of course. But more than that,

My partner and I recently did a road trip through Malaysian border towns of the north, from Wang Kelian to Tumpat, taking roads as close to the border as possible. Here are some things we've observed along the way: * Because of my cultural upbringing, I was only really familiar with

What makes an occasion taste 'right' to you? Maybe it's not Christmas without biryani, or not Chinese New Year without homemade hot pot with extra mushrooms. For me, it's not hari raya without sambal goreng. Ketupat and lodeh are highly recommended. Sambal kacang and ayam masak merah optional. But if