CHAPTER 2
A Peranakan Tiffin
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I saw the loveliest tiffin in Penang.
A lovely metal receptacle, meticulously hand-painted with delicate
flowers blooming all around its sides. I stood there, agog, tracing
my line of sight across its smooth shiny body. What wonderful warm stews
does it conceal within its tiers?
Before I could open it, I was hurried down the breakfast
buffet line by the other hotel guests.
(I'm pretty sure it was chicken and potato stew.)
