Walking into Super H Mart is always an adventure. It doesn't matter how many times I've been or how many exotic ingredients I've garnered the courage to buy and try, there's always something exciting, only this time it was in the food court instead of the actual grocery store.
Hitting the store before 10 a.m. meant a stop at the in-store bakery, Tous Les Jours, for a little pre-shopping breakfast of champions. One of the choices was a small, but appetizing, snow pea-filled pastry. I've tried red bean desserts and stomached them, so I thought a snow pea version was just the next rung on the ladder. I also bought a custard-filled pastry as insurance and a cup of hazelnut coffee.
Not able to resist the unctuous, custard-filled pastry, I ripped open the packaging and devoured it, and then burnt my tongue on the boiling hot coffee. After reaching a sugar nirvana from what could only be described as a pudding sandwich, I moved on, with slight trepidation, to the second pastry filled with green, pasty goop.
The first bite was all bread, which was soft and moist and sweet. For the second bite, I nibbled a portion of the pastry with a little filling, but not the side there was a greater filling-to-pastry ratio; I wasn't ready to dive in just yet. Pleasantly, all I could taste was a mild sweetness, with no vegetal flavors. If I wouldn't have known it was made from ground snow peas, I wouldn't have had a clue - it was benign and almost boring.
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With more courage, the next bite came from the filling-heavy side of the pastry, and I was hit with a wave of snow peas. Yep, there they were, right on my tongue -- no escape but the napkin sitting on the table beside me -- sweetened, grainy, chlorophyll-containing pureed snow peas, sandwiched into a French pastry. I wasn't sure how I felt about them now.
However, after the initial shock, I swallowed the bite and took another, and another, and another, until there was nothing left. Apparently, after that first mouthful of sweetened snow pea paste went down without a hitch, it was a downhill battle. While I conquered the snow pea pastry, I can't say that I'd buy it again. But as for the custard pastry (the pudding sandwich), even if it's much less exotic, I'll be happy to devour one anytime I stop into Super H Market again. I'll just be sure to let my coffee cool down a bit, first.