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The Opera House started an annual giving program so we have given since its inception 2 years ago. The acknowledgment is in the foyer on a TV screen and also in some programs, in their annual report and also their website. So far we have donated in our company name. This year I decided to donate in memory of mother and father. Not sure if it exceeds the word count but fingers crossed we will see the acknowledgment at the Opera House shortly.

Mother's repertoire

Mother was a very good cook. There were some dishes which were a hit with everyone and whenever those dishes were made everyone had extra helpings. Her curry was popular and all 7 of us love potatoes. In fact the potatoes were snapped up before the chicken meat. The Sims were entirely the opposite. Steamed egg custard with meatballs was I think everyone's most favourite. Then there was snake (or long) bean fried rice and it was always accompanied by English tea which I loved. Mother and father were coffee drinkers and I hated coffee. I still don't drink coffee much, just the odd mocha. I have tried to replicate the fried rice and realise that it was like nasi goreng, ie it's done with coconut rice. Her beehoon was quite nice but I'm afraid her Kuay Teow was only tolerable. Ngor hiang was only made on special occasions. Towards the later part of her life she tried new recipes and her herbal chicken, oyster omelette and deep fried chicken were delicious. HK had the opportunity to try the latter. In Lower Six we had a get-together and she cooked fried chicken for our gang.
When there was just SC and me left at home, she didn't always cook. It was mainly takeaways from Kai Kai. Her life was easier then as she was able to sleep in. I made father's breakfast on most schooldays, 2 soft-boiled eggs. We then travelled to High School together. I'm afraid I stopped chatting to father after early teens until my early twenties.