Saturday was a bit of a crappy day. It started off well with a mammoth sleep in until about 11am, but it all started turning pear-shaped when I got a hankering for a good bowl of har mee (Malaysian prawn noodles). I’d heard that Shiok in Chinatown’s Eating World did a good one, so I got up and headed out on a mission.
Apparently, everyone else was also going to Chinatown.
After trying to find parking for an hour, I was starving, and despite Panu’s suggestions to go elsewhere, I was on a mission, and if there’s one thing I’m damn good at, it’s staying on the mission. I don’t give up easily, not when food is concerned, and so with a huge relinquishing sigh, I decided to park in crazy-expensive-Market-City just so I could get my har mee.
We parked and dashed over to Eating World, my mouth literally salivating and I couldn’t wait to get my face in a huge bowl of that broth, a heady mix of pork bones and prawn shells (only an Asian person would be excited by that combination). I dashed to the counter and ordered two. Because no way am I sharing with Panu.
“We don’t have har mee today,” the
nice lady said. I decided she wasn’t nice after all, purely by her association with my lack of har mee.
“We don’t have it, and probably none for the next two or three months.”
This cannot be real. I mean, ok, get a grip Cat, ever heard of first world problems? No har mee but a foodhall full of other good food? Yeah, I don’t really care because honestly, I’m not usually a princess but when you mess with my cravings, I Get The Shits.
So, the shits I got. I ordered some other crap and really, it could have been a Shake Shack burger but the mood I was in, everything tasted like cardboard. Ok maybe not a Shake Shack burger, cos that would have been gooooooooooooood. But you know what I mean.
We managed to survive lunch and then had to do battle at Broadway to get parking again. FFS when is someone going to invent teleportation? Anyway, I knew I needed to chill me the fuck out, so I went around collecting ingredients to bake something, because that always chills me out… and so Saturday afternoon saw me baking a blueberry yoghurt cheesecake.
This cheesecake recipe is actually a combination of a handful of recipes. I wanted to use yoghurt to substitute some cream cheese, and also wanted it light and fluffy, thus the eggs and the baking. The result was very light, definitely not a heavy cheesecake so if that’s what you’re after, this is not for you.
In fact it was so light – almost airy – that I didn’t even feel guilty serving it for breakfast 🙂
Speaking of breakfast, we had some people over for breakfast yesterday. One of our guests, Lisa, has awesome baking skills and she brought a real (full cream, guilt-ridden) cheesecake… this enormous raspberry beauty, which I still have 3/4 of sitting in my fridge.
Anyways, I still have my har mee craving. Let’s hope my next mission goes a little better.
|Baked blueberry yoghurt cheesecake|
200 grams biscuits (I use Digestives), crushed
80 grams unsalted butter (you can use more… if you want it super delicious)