The Sembawang Kitchen
is quiet now
Every Sunday evening, the rich aroma of braised Lor Bak (five-spice pork belly) simmering in dark soy sauce would drift down the corridor of our Sembawang flat. Ah Ma would spend all afternoon managing the fire and cooking an absolute feast. Just for the five of us.
“You think restaurant got time to slow-braise the pork for three hours until it melts? Even for $50, you can't find this quality outside.”
He was absolutely right. You couldn't put a price tag on that.
But as we grew up and moved out, something shifted. The massive pots were replaced by single-serve bowls. Ah Ma stopped cooking those feasts. I watched her culinary fire slowly fade away.






