This time, even if I'm an auntie, I'm a super duper one! Haha... Recipe is given to me by Angel (Think that's another 'auntie' in the making! Ohhh... and not forgetting Leslie, I mean, at what age do people hold dinner parties? Auntie Leslie held one last Wednesday. Haha...)
Six hours later. Tada...

Picture 1: Freshly baked from oven
Picture 2: Glazed and waiting for the oven...
Picture 3: My 6 hours worth of Pineapple Tarts (Some idiots told me that my flower design looks like nipples! Argghhh!!!)
Picture 4: My improvised equipments - Beer bottle as rolling pin and straw as brush.
Next time, I'm gonna buy the proper pineapple tart's mould to make them. Well, after a tedious 6 hours, I think next time will most probably be a couple of years later. Haha...
And, the 'auntie' work doesn't ends there...
COFFEE SPARERIBS


Yesterday, I woke up thinking of Coffee Spareribs. Think I probably dreamt about eating them, and I couldn't get it out of my mind for the entire day. Actually, I only had them once before. With Kelly at this posh chinese restaurant where her auntie works few years ago. Btw, her auntie makes excellent dim sum and most importantly, she gave us very generous discount! haha... So, I surf the internet for the recipe. Go to Tesco again to buy the ingredients. Nescafe Gold and used pork belly instead of spareribs. And the tomato sauce I used are free from MacDonalds. Haha... Kept them in the fridge after I had my takeaway from Mac weeks ago. Glad that I didn't throw them away, else I got to make another trip to the supermarket again. Like twice a week is not enough!!! Okie, too much details. Before I bore the shit out of everyone, let go to the results...
Let's just say that the taste is not exactly the one I'm thinking of. Haha...
And... This last section is specially dedicated to my mom. As everybody knows, my speakers are broken. So... My new speakers! (Believe me, I got really cheap ones from Amazon!) So please don't forget to return the money back to me. You could add it into March allowance. Haha...
