Author Archives: Sinma

Home economics 2.0 (Part 2)

  One reason we do what we do here is to ask question like “Are we eating food or food eat us?”  Apparently a lot more for us to learn about our food. Welcome to the new century of capitalism agriculture – whoever controls the food chain controls us

Koan of our time

Innately I think we all know eating natural is always better.  We know food without flavorings, colorings and additives is always preferred.  I just don’t think anyone in the right frame of mind for whatever reason (other than monetary) would of one’s free choice pick something that’s “fake” and “souped up” and feed it to

The new expedition

Just before the leftover 18000 thoughts on the mental reconstruction of home economics 2.0 turn stale, I thought it’s probably good time for some real life action and in hope of leaving behind the usual impedimenta of the big city, I took no less than 2 luggage full of thoughts in search of soul food with good company again.  This time I was heading north

Home Economics 2.0

Home economics as a field of study have been around for the longest time (University of Saskatchewan began  teaching home-ec in 1916 and formed the School of Household Science in 1928).  Today they called it “Family and Consumer Science”.  Adding a little glamor and just like most things as it shifts from the field of economics and

Food literacy – mouths to feed

On mother’s day my thoughts hinged heavy on our level of food literacy as I depart for farms in the highlands. It’s a well known fact this is a nation of food lovers – no self resecting Singaporean would claim not to love food but I’m concerned if we are simply becoming a group of

Old fashion breakfast

The other good part about traveling by train besides reducing your carbon footprint is you get to eat many different kind of food along your way.  You can be almost certain that you need not have food served on microwaveable plastic boxes.  Every train station in the world have an unqiue food culture of its own that reflects its time,

The light at the end

All day is nothing but madness.  A phone call here, an endless meeting there, another 50 unread emails later and this is becoming another mad rush seemingly that leads to nowhere for nothing.  It is a day so scandalous you wonder if things and people can do further wrong.  As night falls, my eyelids grew heavy and darkness sets in.