happy 49th, singapore! you know they* say only bananas don’t improve with age – and really, you’re doing great.
(*they, a usefully anonymous group of people you may rely on for validation)
I may complain about this infernal heat, and I may not partake much in hawker culture – the first makes me incredibly, authentically singaporean, and the latter negates that same –
but I love you. your passport is gold, opportunities abound, and food is hearty and in good supply.
here’s to many good years ahead!
p.s. photos taken at the rather institutional changi village food market, which can almost singlehandedly uphold that widely-acknowledged wisdom that the east is where the food’s at.
p.p.s from top to bottom, barbecued satay and chicken wings, tauhu goreng (peanut sauce over fried tofu cubes, and now one of my favorite local things), nasi lemak (coconut rice with sides), chicken noodles, beef balls, and an oyster omelet.