Quiet day in the office. After the frenzy last week and early this week, and the hectic and rather restless weekend, finally some peace and quiet and a little time to actually dwindle around and go to the toilet frequently. Munching on whatever was left in the pantry, I realized it was holding on to Kong guan biscuits.

Kong guan biscuits has a semi-symbolic meaning to me because it was something that was constantly existing in my life, but I seldom acknowledged or openly appreciated- For one, there are always the plain original flavoured kong guan biscuits (which my sister oh so loved to eat with her Milo) in my house.

I remember reading a tribute in the Life! Section of The Straits Times when Mr Kong died, detailing his legacy, humble beginnings, celebrating his achievements, commitment and graciousness towards society, and massive family. This dude has 3 or 4 wives, and 100(+?) grandchildren. And according to the newspaper, everyone lived harmoniously and would come together for dinner every weekend (yes, or so we’d like to believe). In the first place, do they make tables that big? Hmmmmm….
Anyway, when I read that article, I was incredibly and immensely impressed. For about a weekend, Mr Kong became my personal hero.

Eating this biscuit during tea time (well, technically it was 3pm so that’s tea I guess) made me relive that moment. I quote the Straits times quoting Mr Kong: ‘From my humble beginnings, I persevered and had become a successful businessman. But I didn’t know how I could contribute to society- Then I thought, going back to my roots, i could make affordable and tasty biscuits for the public; that would be the way of giving back to society.’ (may have been rephrased or misquoted but oh well).

Well done Mr Kong, cheap and tasty it is. Tea times wouldn’t be the same without you (or your biscuits).

I would to make cheap and tasty biscuits, amass a small but sizeable fortune, have 4 wives and sire 100 grandchildren in my next life. (if I have a next life, that is.)