For some reason, if you were coming from Singapore and asked any Singaporean overseas what he or she wants back, there’s a pretty good chance they would ask for bak kwa. In Singapore, for all your convenient snacking needs, they even sell it individually vacuum sealed in tiny bite sized packs, looking, as the astute observational skills of an English colleague of mine noted, uncannily like packets of meat condoms (I tsk tsk’ed him and his gutter mind but . . . he does have a point).
You can eat it on its own, grilled, heated up in the microwave, between slices of toast, with scoops of rice, whatever. Incredibly moreish and probably not the best thing to have within reaching distance if you are on a diet. And definitely not the best thing to confuse with your regular contraceptive. Well, unless you are weird kinky like that.
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