The authenticity of the entire painstaking process, the stubborn adherence to tradition and the obvious care of the old man in making each biscuit impressed everyone of us there. The freshly made biscuits were hot, crisp and delicately eggy.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Macau Day 1 (Biscuits)
After visiting the Ruins of St Paul's Church, we made our way down on of the many side streets to Senado Square. All of a sudden, I spotted a crowd around a small, dark shop tucked away in a small alley. Stepping closer, I saw a gnarled, old man bent painfully over a charcoal stove. He was deftly making egg biscuits.
The authenticity of the entire painstaking process, the stubborn adherence to tradition and the obvious care of the old man in making each biscuit impressed everyone of us there. The freshly made biscuits were hot, crisp and delicately eggy.
The authenticity of the entire painstaking process, the stubborn adherence to tradition and the obvious care of the old man in making each biscuit impressed everyone of us there. The freshly made biscuits were hot, crisp and delicately eggy.
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