My Father's Books

My father was a self-taught man. At a very young age, he came to Singapore in search of greener pastures.

He also died young. When he passed away, he left us a roof over our heads and little else besides his books. The pages have all turned very yellow by now but we have kept the books for the memories that they hold. They are all western recipe books and 'teach yourself how to cook' books - in English of course.

There is even one on 'army catering services', so he probably learned English from the British troops of that time. He was a Cook.