P for Popiah, P for Party

Over the weekend on Saturday, as a mini gathering of both our families before The Boy's in-camp training and in celebration of my dad's birthday, we had a little popiah party at the Jemej's.

It was an "off day" for me, no cooking that day. Just simple da-paoded food as afternoon tea - popiah, kueh pie tee and soon kueh.

With some kopi and tea, I made good use, for the first time, of the tea set that we got from our honeymoon in NZ back in Nov 06.

We had this set custom-made with our name painted on, from a little pottery house which we randomly found while driving along in Wanaka. That's one of the loveliest treats being in New Zealand - you never quite know what you are going to chance upon during those long long long long drives from one town to another.




Think our mums did more of the popiah wrapping than anyone else, while the rest of us just enjoyed the eating, followed by watching the movie 881 - which I can't quite figure out whether my hokkien-speaking 90-year-old grandma understood. Nice way to spend time with loved ones at home, I'm gonna do this more often.