Besides ample portions of chocolate, beer and other belly-bursting morsels, budak's life calling boring job brings him to certain events where he is feted more on account of his professional title than his utterly charming personality. The product launch today turned out to be a sour show of citrusy concoctions. Much tart juice was spilled and splattered as the corps braved the biting bugs of Fort Canning's spice garden for lemony snippets and blimey quotes.
The menu of the day was appropriately yellow: lime potato and crab cake with yellow fin tuna salad. We left the tedious task of putting the patties together to those three blokes on the right, who plattered their way through the session without causing too much trouble. Budak's job was to add the right dash of lemon oil to a mesclun salad tossed with Thai asparagus, tuna, arugula, coriander, lemon strips, bean sprouts and juliennes of capsicum and chili, and dress the whole lot with a fine grape seed and vanilla oil (from pods purchased at Culina, said the robust Mr Angelo).
For dessert, we had mixed marinated frozen forest berries with lemoncello topped with warm lemon scented white chocolate, candied lemon and lime peel – served for optimal effect in a top of the range angular rimmed bowl. To cleanse our stinky feet thereafter, a foot spa was proffered, whereby the island's dainty pensmen lost their dignity by trampling their soles in basins full of chopped fruit to the bewilderment of passing tourists. What else could budak do in such a circus, but to put both his feet down?
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