MACAO’S PORK CHOP PINEAPPLE BUN

[ezcol_1fifth]  [/ezcol_1fifth] [ezcol_3fifth] IT CAN'T BE RIGHT.  IT SHOUDN'T BE RIGHT. BUT IT MIRACULOUSLY IS. History had it, that whenever two polar opposite cultures are smashed together, often under reluctant or even violent circumstances, despite hardships and losses, something mutated but beautiful eventually comes out at the other end.  That something, is usually food. No doubt that America has its unspeakable history from the time of slavery, but what was left from its ugliness, was the unapologetic creole and cajun.  Taiwan's predominantly Fujian and kejia culture (derived from China's southern coast) adjusted to 50 years of Japanese rule by nurturing an uniquely categorized cuisine all of its own, which, some say, may be the last-standing pride of this politically fading island.  So on

MACAO’S PORTUGUESE FRIED RICE GRATIN

[ezcol_1half] CAN'T-STOP-WON'T-STOP MESS-ON-A-PLATE, WITH FLAVOURS THAT WELD PERFECTLY INTO YOUR NEXT WEEK-NIGHT REGULARS   [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] There are some women, whose problem is that they never believe they have what it takes to put together an IKEA coffee table.  Then, there are those such as myself.  Who hold unexplained and relentless faith in their own physical strength.  Who ask, how hard can it be?  Who practically built every single bed-bath-and-beyond in her apartment, with chapped unpolished nails and a can of diet coke.  And who, sometimes, get cocky. If you ask me now, I would tell you I have absolutely no idea whatsoever, on why on earth did I think I had the same skills as a professional large-scale furniture builder/wood carpenter, which must be how I felt when I bought 3 colossally humongous, solid wood, antique courtyard doors that I thought I could turn into a dinning table with nothing but a mini screwdriver?  Why

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