Local Heart, Global Soul

January 27, 2012

Trapizza and the History that Brings Me Back Here…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Pizza and I have never been best of friends. I remember only too well my mother’s home-made efforts.. the toppings were ok enough but the pizza bottoms were thick and doughy.

Everyone else in the family seemed to love it like that and I was the only one sitting glumly at the table trying to think of ways to get out of the labourous task of wading though a pizza base twice as thick as  the thumbs that held the pieces.

From then on I avoided pizza whenever possible, and considered myself a confirmed non-pizza eater. If there had been a club with a life membership to not eat pizza I would have signed up.

Then, whilst touring “small town America” with Himself before the kids were born, we arrived late in a small place called Belle in Missouri and the one and only place open so late in the evening was a small pizza place.

I frowned and wasn’t extatic about the idea but it was the only place open for miles and we were really hungry so I steeled myself for the first pizza experience of my adult life and took a table with no enthusiasm whatsoever.

Himself made the order at the desk and I contemplated just eating garlic bread and nothing else. To my disappointment garlic bread wasn’t on their menu, or they were sold out of it, so pizza it was going to have to be.

Our pizza’s were duely delivered to us and my eyes opened in wonder… a thin crust, a wonderfully thin crust and topping to die for… bad pizza memories were being extinguished with every mouthful.

The lady who ran the pizzeria was called Arlene W. and she collected Coca Cola memerobilia. Himself had some coasters back home in the Netherlands that he’d found in a box load of stuff he’s been given from someone and he asked for Arlene’s address so that he could send them to her.

We duely sent them once we were home and she replied to say Thank You and thus began a tradition where we wrote once a year exchanging Christmas Cards. Arline’s handwriting was always a challenge to read and over the years it got less steady and even harder to read but we kept up with news and looked forward to the card that bore the USA stamp and Missouri postcode each Christmas.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

We learned over the years that her smiling husband had passed away, that she left the pizzeria business and her health was deteriating. Two years ago, after some 15 Christmase’s we received no reply to the card and letter we sent out, and we are now left wondering if she is just no longer capable of writing or of she too has passed away.

Either way we have very fond memories of Arlene and wish her rest and peace. I’ve tried pizza here in NL since that trip but not one of them have come even close to exciting my tastebuds as Arlene’s did so my pizza experiences remain few and far between.

Since Arlene W.  is the one who made me brave enough to order a pizza here at Siloso beach, I owe her too for the discovery of my second favoutite pizza place (considering how rarely I eat pizza, looking forward to one somewhere is saying something).

Here at Trapizza Restaurant on Sentosa’s Siloso beach I have again found a pizza that turned all my misconceptions about pizza on their head. Wafer thin crusts cooked in a piping hot pizza oven has left me with a new appreciation of how brilliant pizza can be, even enough to turn the head of a seemingly confirmed pizza hater.

Our trips to Singapore would no longer be complete without a meal here at Trapizza.

I’ve made blog posts on this place before and no doubt will again in the future… and why not, when this place cooks a pizza that I adore and nowhere at home in the Netherlands even comes close? .. but love as I do their Pizza’s, all kudos goes to Arlene in Belle Missouri for changing my relationship with Pizza forever.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

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I even get to try and take photos whilst being wheeled home by Himself. What more does a girl need? (answer: lessons in how to take night photos if you saw all the out of focus ones I deleted)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

January 26, 2012

Dune Buggy to the Rescue!

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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

We return to Sentosa Island after the Duck Tour and Himself and the kids head straight for the swimming pool whilst I take a nap.

Later in the afternoon they return to the room complaining that they are hungry and urge me to get out of bed and dressed so that we can all go out and eat.

Himself remembered that our favourite Pizza restaurant “Trappizza” on Siloso Beach is now open again after the Zoukout event and we all are eager to go there.

There is just one small problem: beach + hill + crutches are not a good combination. The hill we can get around (partly) with the lifts but I would still have to negotiate the pool area, a carpark and then the beach itself.

The hotel does have a normal style wheelchair for me to use when I need, and that’s been helpful, but it would be too hard to manage one of those on sand.

The solution comes from an unexpected quarter: Himself and the kids have made friends with one of the Lifeguards at the the pool… The lifegards name is Joseph and he’s been super helpful.

Himself mentioned to Jospeh that it’s a shame that we won’t be able to make it down to the beach for our favourite pizza and Jospeph starts to grin… “Please wait here” he says, walking down a path at the back of the pools…

…and he returns a short while later with a most excellent mode of transport to take me to Siloso Beach.

My “transport” arrives at the patio door of our hotel room with Kiwi Daughter and Little Mr.  on board,  grinning their faces off and with  small bevy of envious children from the pool area in tow.

My carriage awaits, Himself takes over as chief  dune-buggy pusher and we happily head off for pizza.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

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