It was my mum’s 60th birthday this past Saturday. Happy birthday mama-dear! You fill up my life with sparkles of support and love and laughter and wisdom, and it’s only 8% frustrating and 92% wonderful that you’re pretty much always right about everything.
I don’t know where I’d be without you.
My mother’s birthday dinner took place at The Ginger Room, and a mighty fine time was had by all. The complimentary bread basket came with dense warm herb rolls (I’m thinking oregano and basil?) and cheesy puff pastry sticks that were tasty, but suffered slightly from being served cold. The amuse bouche was a pork rillette cooked in duck fat, topped with pickles. I love pickles.
My dad started with the “fried ginger, minted broad bean peanut salad, smoked tomato and basil dumplings” (third photo) and continued with the “salt and pepper prawns, heirloom tomato, coriander, red nam jim”. I wanted to try both of these, but by the time I remembered to ask, THEY GONE.
I started with the “pambula rock oysters, mojito sorbet”. I’m a staunch advocate for eating oysters au natural, but the sorbet was incredible. So tangy and lime-y, with just enough bitterness threading through the sweetness. I ate the oysters, then the sorbet. It was like an entrée with its own dessert. Best.
My mum, grandma, and grandpa all enjoyed the “sesame crusted tuna, sake sticky rice, wasabi soy jelly, pickled ginger”. (By the by, I’m not showing every dish we ate, but rest assured every dish rated highly.)
My next course was the “san choy bow, chilli salted bean curd, tea quail egg”. I loved this; the mushroom and bean curd filling was intense and smoky, tempered by the crispness of the lettuce and the richness of the egg. My heart squeaked with joy when I went to eat one of the croutons on the side and discovered that it was, in fact, deep fried tofu.
Tangent: everyone who knows me In Real Life knows that I rarely drink. However, after the weeks I’ve been having recently… a glass of something zingy and delicious was definitely in order.
Dessert time! My brother ordered the “dark chocolate truffle cake, milk honey jelly, white chocolate snap”. While I always avoid chocolate desserts, I did think the truffle cake here was quite good. Perhaps because it tasted like straight dark chocolate, which is my drug of choice.
I was torn between two desserts, and so did what any good daughter would do and forced my dad to order one of them so that I could try both. Hence my dad’s “peanut butter mousse, nougat ice cream, chocolate praline wafer, caramel sauce”. I heart, adore, and worship at the altar of any restaurant that creates peanut butter desserts.
My dessert won the night, though. (Bonus points: it was dairy-free, gluten-free, and oh-so-close to vegan!) I would like to eat this “champagne and rose petal bubble, lychee, maltose tuile, blackberry sorbet” every night and every morning. The rosewater and champagne jelly was gorgeously fragrant, the lychees plump and fresh, and the maltose tuile was like scrumptious almost-burnt toffee. The blackberry sorbet was a tad too sweet and overpowering, but the sugared rose petals were pretty enough to make up for this tiny drawback.
Question Time: What do you love about your mama?