There’s nothing like a hot, blistered and flaky curry puff from Singapore to cheer us up when we’re having a bad day in London.
My wonderful in-laws brought us a whole lot from M’s favourite curry puff stall in Bt Batok when they visited. We froze them for rainy days, and defrosted them when we needed to get rid of that dreadful homesickness.
My favourite moment? Piercing through the crispy, flaky pastry with a fork and watching the curry puff sigh in relief. Tear-jerking.
M’s favourite moment? Pretending that he wants to share it with me. Well I guess it’s okay to forgive him, the curry puff’s that good. And erm, we had a whole box of puffs, so there were plenty to go around. Tee hee.
P/S: I don’t know the exact address of this stall, but I will make a trip down when I’m back in Singapore and update this spot.