There are two reasons behind the slight delay of this last post of the dinner party series. One, I realized that I didn’t really take a lot of photos of dessert. Could be because of that last photo in the previous post. Two, I wanted to wait until I got clearance from Boy to post his photo, as well as his contact information. Three, I’m a procrastinator. Four, I’m wrapping up my vacation here, which means I’ve been spending more time trying to cram everything in and less time at the laptop.
Okay, so there were more than two reasons.
In any case, here is my one and only decent photo of dessert.
Notice how I’ve already taken two (or maybe four) bites of it. (This whole two = four thing is starting to become a habit here.) It was orange cake, with chunks of candied orange peel as a garnish. It was moist, with a wonderful texture and a light, delicate crust all around.
To accompany the cake, we all voted to forego the usual coffee drink in favor of tea. Of course, in Boy’s house, it’s not just plain old tea. He served us teh tarik.
Teh tarik is pulled tea that tastes so wonderfully smooth and creamy that I can still taste it in my mouth as I type this. It’s popular in Malaysia and Singapore. Had I known that its preparation was entertainment in itself, I would have taken a break from my intent preoccupation with the orange cake long enough to witness the making of teh tarik.
Alas, gluttony has its price, and so all I have to show you is what was put in front of me.
Trust me. You absolutely must try this. The creaminess. The light froth on top. The perfect drinking temperature. I almost cried.
Well, not exactly. Alright, just a little. But I think that was mostly because my stomach started complaining about the sheer volume of food I ingested, and was beginning to threaten mutiny.
And for that, I have this guy to thank.
Meet Boy. Chef, candlemaker, landscape artist, dive stuntman, and horticulturist. Did I mention he also caters? Yes, folks (well, folks in Manila, that is). You, too, can get Boy to cook for you. I’ll post his contact information in the comments section if you’re interested.
And you remember his house? His beautifully decorated, charmingly appointed house? (What did I just say? Charmingly appointed? What in the world does that mean? Who says things like that?)
You also remember these quaint little homemade touches, don’t you?
Well, he just told me his house is for sale. Yes, I asked him if he was serious. He seemed to be. Then again, at that exact moment, he was hanging out with my cousin and their third stooge Marx brother wheel friend. That would be this guy here, captured in his favorite activity. (And if your eyes are sharp, you’ll spot the whole, as-yet-unmolested orange cake there in the corner.)
I call him Loves To Refill Glasses. Needless to say, I can’t really vouch for any statements made with this guy around.
To contact Boy, call or text +63 920 441 3479.
I wish I was in a place to hire that Boy. I want some of that tea right now! Mmmmm. Looks like you had a great time and got some awesome shots.
Wow! What a feast for the eyes…as I’m sure it was for the stomach as well. If ever I have the opportunity to travel that way I must look him up!
A person needs friends who know thier way around a kitchen, :D
Would he perchance come to Canada??????
Good grief girl… your photos just keep getting better and better (and they started really great to begin with). Some of the house photos could seriously be in Architectural Digest.
Your photos are amazing! I’m sure the owner would be surprised to see how much better his house looks from his monitor. Seems like you really had a grand time.
Yes, but then, he could also be looking at his food and lamenting why he can’t eat his monitor. :)
Oh my. Coming from you with your natural eye for photography, that’s a huge compliment. Thanks!