There’s this bakery in Klang which I patronize now and then. The owners are a husband-and-wife team who have been in the business for many years. Their premises are run down. The shop front has two display shelves which are empty and a Walls ice-cream freezer for storing their ice-cream cake. Behind the partition is where the action lies. The baking, cake-decor and customer transactions take place in the dinghy, untidy kitchen. The popular cakes here are chocolate fudge and fruit cocktail. They also cater full moon packages and make pretty nice cream puffs. They never fail to ask each time I visit, “Any creame puffs for you?” Usually I don’t buy them as I don’t like the cream in the puffs. If it’s kaya puffs, that I will buy.
The last time I went to get a cake, I asked for their calling card. The woman rummaged for one in a round biscuit tin. She’s the most disorganized baker I’ve met.
“Here,” she said, after she made a mark on the card with a green marker pen. I saw that the word Best in ‘Best cream puffs in town” had a blob of green on it. I thought she wanted to highlight Best, but it turned out that she wanted to cancel it.
“Aiyah, the printer never asked for my permission before putting down “best cream puffs.’ I didn’t see it before it went to print or I would’ve stopped him, some more he printed so many. I cannot claim to have the best cream puffs in town. Sometimes when the mood is no good, they won’t turn out best. “
It looks like her printer has more confidence in her cream puffs than she has. Mmm… I wonder if she has been feeding him free cream puffs.