June 27 2019
I often joke about death row meals when I have to interview a panel of people, because nothing shakes people out of their pretence like food…and I guess death?! Brevity of life aside, my death row meal would definitely be my mum’s Hainanese chicken rice, or at least the version I’ve adapted over many years of living away from her and requiring comfort food. I love that the world has come to embrace what South East Asians have known for a long time; that you can’t really beat that silky, aromatic combo of texture and flavour when it comes to a perfectly poached chook. The grainy rice, the pungent garlic and scallion sauce and the tender chicken makes for an all round delight…and I’m yet to meet anyone who doesn’t love it (if they didn’t I don’t think we could be friends).