I love egg custard. This is genetic, I think. At least I am fairly certain that my mother feels the same way and I have fond memories of eating the stuff as a kiddie. So I was interested to hear how Chinese-style egg custard compared to my childhood memories. As it turns out, it's exactly the same! Or at least, I couldn't remember my childhood well enough to come up with any differences. I'm probably blocking out some sort of traumatic memories and managed to erase those as well as the egg custard.
But don't they say that replacing old memories with new memories is the way forward? The custard in Hong Kong was yummy.
But then at Lei Garden, a Michelin starred dim sum place, the custard turned sublime. Custard dim sum.
I love you, Hong Kong.
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