I had always wanted to find a way to tell Nan’s story. She is one of the most incredible and inspiring women in my life. I have spent almost every Saturday of my life with her, and with my late Pa too until a few years ago.
When I decided to write a book about Nan, I became tediously insatiable for stories about her life. As she spent months telling me about the tales of Singapore as a collection of atomic villages, of the unrelatable stories during World War II and of the hardships of growing up from age 6 raising, and being raised by, her 8 brothers and sisters, it became a theme that all her stories started, ended or revolved around a meal.
Nan’s recipes are rooted in the Eurasian tradition of food being a blessing to share. Today there are only around 15,000 Eurasians left in Singapore, less than one percent of the population.
These are my stories – and now your stories - from our Eurasian table.