Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Yet another friend was leaving the office and I decided one of his last meals should not be in the canteen.
So I treated him to lunch at the Southern Minorities restaurant down the block from our office.
We originally picked light dishes -- diced tofu with tomatoes and green peppers; and beans stir-fried with small potatoes. And for a dash of spice, we each had a small bowl of dan dan mian, noodles in a spicy broth with peanuts.
But we picked one of the most deadliest desserts on the caloric scale -- deep-fried goat cheese.
Six lightly deep-fried slabs of cheese were served with a small dish of sweetened condensed milk.
I took one piece, dipped it in the thick, creamy sauce. And once I bit into it, it was actually two thin slabs of cheese with dessicated coconut inside. It was such a delightful surprise, combining two different textures in each bite.
My friend, a cheese fan, was in absolute heaven, throwing his intention of eating more healthy out the window. He even ate four pieces, as I was done after two.
And in the afternoon I could still feel those two slabs of deep-fried goat cheese settling nicely in my stomach.
After work, I went for a swim in a vain attempt to work off the dessert!