Kueh Kledek

My mother, for a brief period, sold these to a shop in Orchard Road. There was even a family tale that a very prominent Baba politician used to send his chauffeur over to buy them occasionally. Our family chomped them and sometimes complained about how jeluak (surfeited) we were, by the sight of sweet preserved melon being chopped into small cubes and the oil and pungency of the deep frying. My mother then rarely made them. After her passing, we yearned for kueh kledek, especially since the