So, there we were, distracting ourselves with glowy lights,
And experimenting with strange unplumbed indoor bath basins now available from China. I prefer the tiny Pink Panther splashy bathing can.
When suddenly, Barry found a portal into the past!
And we found ourselves in 1970s Singapore!
It was toastier before air conditioning, but phones were easier.
This was near the New World's End amusement park cabaret, which was indeed ending.
From what we learnt, they had song, dance, fun, games, crime, prostitution, and a catastrophically collapsed hotel.
I mean, there's still crime here: some people can't control their bulky junk! (Light junk is ok in this alley, don't worry).
Also in this alley - flaming pots of hot charcoal at ankle height.
Anyway, since we were in the past, Barry made upside-down cake! Why is this no longer a thing?
I made my grandparents' buns recipe, which I thought would be troublesome in the tropics.
Here is an actual picture of previous attempts baking recipes calling for rising dough at "room temperature", which is ~10 degrees warmer here.
Here is an actual picture of previous attempts baking recipes calling for rising dough at "room temperature", which is ~10 degrees warmer here.
Of course, I used fresh well water. Maybe that helped. (This well is downtown, in an alley behind office towers.)
