I pulled myself out of bed at 6.05am one day, my eyes still aching in protest, to grab breakfast with my brother.
He said I had to try a sardine puff from a Malay food stall in Jurong East, which sells so quickly it is usually all gone in about an hour, at around 7.30am.
When we arrived at the shop at about 6.40am, two plastic baskets at one side of the stall were still heaped high with potato and sardine puffs (50 cents each).
I had a couple of the sardine puffs, and they were good. As my brother had promised, the filling was great. Instead of a dry jumble of sardine flakes and such, it was an oozy mousse of fish, chilli and onion - almost like ice cream, but warm, savoury and spicy.
But at that hour, my senses hadn't completely awakened and I was basically snoozing through breakfast. I had one bite after another, but was unable to be fully present in each moment.
As early birds, we were able to buy enough sardine puffs to have some left for later, though.
So I went home, flopped back into bed and when I got up again past 9am, the puffs had cooled but were still creamy.
