Confession of an Egg Tart Lunatic

It was a cosy Sunday morning. I woke up and found myself develop a sudden crave for egg tarts. I quickly darted from my bed and got myself washed and dressed. Grabbed my car keys, got on the car and stepped on the gas pedal. In just a short while, I found myself driving along the highway, heading north. I knew where I would end up at, as I was doing the crazy act again. I can't really remember how many times I had been doing this when I was in my 20s. Driving from Ipoh to Bidor for a bowl of Duck Thigh Noodles, walking from The Store (Jalan Kampar) to Jaya Jusco just to buy a tin of cookies, and today I am driving from Taiping to Gurney just to buy egg tarts for breakfast. This reminds me of my ex-colleague in Johor who often scolded me for my insanity. "Siao ah lu!" 

I reached Gurney after driving for 1 1/2 hours. Since it was Sunday morning, Greenlane was unusually quiet and it took me merely 15 minutes to reach Gurney from the bridge. I parked my car at Gurney Drive and rushed into the lower ground floor of the mall. I saw the first batch of egg tarts coming out from the oven. Oh, what a pleasant surprise! It's my favourite coffee egg tarts! I grabbed half a dozen of pipping hot tarts and walked back to my car. Couldn't wait to unveil the freshness of the tarts, I took heaps of pictures before tucking into those sinful devils... Ouch! I burnt my bottom lip with really hot custard!