CHIN CHIN
Looking at the beautiful sky while I enjoyed the lovely weather, memories of my childhood kept flocking through my mind, amongst other things, I remembered how I used to love visiting Mama Dana just to have a taste of her yummy chin chins, even though my regular visits were quite disturbing, she seemed to have enjoyed my fairy tales while I watched her mix, knead, roll and fry her chin chins. Mama Dana was a distant neighbour who lived few blocks from mine, she was a caterer and our family friend too. While I watched every stage of her chin chin, I always asked questions like '' Aunty, how did you learn this?'' ''Is it difficult?'' ''Will I be able to make it when I grow up?'' Probably tired of my numerous questions she said to me on a fateful day, ''Young girl, there is no mountain greater than your mind.'' Inspired by Mama Dana's reply many years ago, I set out to make my own chin chins today. Chin chin is a