The
very imported, albeit well loved, Christmas here is
all about fake snow, presents, plastic fir trees,
Christmas carols, fairy lights, midnight shopping
along Orchard Road in cold shopping malls with desperate-to-spend
merry makers dressed up in post autumn sales designer
gear- as if they just came out from the 12 degree
Celsius cold at Paterson Road.
Gastronomically, it is matched with chestnut stuffed
roast turkey, honeyed ham, eggnog, mince pies and
also log cakes; a not quite western tradition. Technically,
it is an American creation. Folks from Europe celebrate
this season of giving and forgiving with smoked herring,
Filipinos have it with roasted pigs and peasant farmers
in Manado, Indonesia, tear into grilled field rats.
And despite claims by mega fried chicken fast food
chains there, chicken karaage is a traditional makan
for the Japanese at Christmas long before it became
fast. The Venezuelans have Hallaca, a steamed sugi
(cornmeal dough) bread stuffed with beef, pork, raisins
salted with capers and olives, all wrapped in banana
leaf and steamed. Search “Singapore Christmas”
on the net and it says the only uniquely local aspect
of Christmas is the humidity, weather and the cheerful
force of commerce behind it.
So, as I stare out at an eatery (everywhere you turn
here, there’s one) at the corner of my window
view, in this smallest most food mad country in the
world, is there a chance in makan hell or heaven where
we can truly create (just like the Americans or other
big hearted God fearing nations) a nativity feast
we can truly (or as our tourist agencies would uniquely
tout it as “Uniquely”) call our own without
diluting this spirit of Christmas? I sincerely find
turkey and mince pies (which originally began with
savoury minced meat fillings and now lazily transmogrified
into sweat dried fruits and beans), delicious- only
if you have no taste all whatsoever. So, here’s
my first salvo on a uniquely Singapore Christmas feast.
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Instead of turkey - get a full fat
three kilo roasted or stewed duck or goose and sit
it on a bed of kaolak ( the coffee bean wok roasted
chestnuts that little stalls sell in almost every
HDB town retail centre). Remember to crush the chestnuts
just before so as to release the fragrance when
serving.
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Instead of cranberry sauce –
tame the goose or duck with a piquant and vinegarish
yet spicy Devil’s curry, the version that
is so popular with the Eurasian community here,
done with sausages, ribs, ham and pickles.
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Instead of ham – get a leg
of Hokkien five-spice pork terrine and slice it
thinly to go with your favourite white wines. They
are available in good traditional Hokkien restaurants.
A whole rack of roasted cha siew ribs can do the
trick here too.
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Instead of mince pies: load up the
buffet table with egg tarts, whether it’s
the original, Portuguese or the new fangled mushroom
cheese or chocolate ones. It just tastes closer
to home. Insert soon kueh and curry puffs for extra
local cultural additives.
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Instead of eggnog – take
cold milk tea, pull it from cup to cup and create
a chilled teh tarek. Finish it by adding a shot
of coffee liqueur like Baileys. And if liqueur is
not in favour, then crack a raw egg into hot chocolate,
something the old port workers of the 70’s
here on pre-dawn shifts used to shoot themselves
with for a quick energy rush before work.
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Instead of log cakes: buy a whole
log of sugar roll which can come with light mango
cream or even kaya and for added effect, say something
auspicious or recite a relevant scripture just before
eating and bless it with snow (icing sugar dust).
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Instead of the usual Christmas
cookies – think Peranakan and Indonesian kuehs
and cookies. A bed of red and green ang ku kueh
sets the tone. Next, I suggest slices of the rainbow
coloured steamed nine layered cake (kueh lapis)
which you can cut into festive shapes with your
Christmas cookie cutters.
And for the final audio effect, get them
all to sing this to the tune of the very comforting
A Christmas Song, by Nat King Cole.
“Chestnuts roasting by illegal fellas,
Got no license and he knows,
Try his luck with his roasted kaolak,
With folks, dressed up like fake Eskimos.
Everybody knows, a curry with some potatoes
Is cheaper than turkey and cranberries
Have Milo shake, with some Sheridan,
You’ll find it hard to stay awake.
They know that Santa’s on the way,
To sweating bucket-loads in Marina Bay,
And every mothers child, is gonna find
Their maids with shopping carts behind
So I’m offering this Christmas feast
For Ah Beng, Ah Pek and yuppies too
Truly Unique at the very least
Merry Christmas to you”
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