After just one bite I fantasized about hiring her to setup her stall outside my apartment. I dreamt of opening my front door and yelling "two more peanut butter, please." Moments later I'd bite into this freshly cooked cake with a vein of molten chunky peanut butter.
I give Dodo indirect credit - she brought me here to buy the thin rolled crepes you see in the background. I was fixated on the cakes, however. The Auntie had just poured some batter into the molds. After placing some fillings into the batter, she covered them with more batter and then closed the mold. After a minute, she rotated the mold so the other side would get some heat. I got excited and waved my translator over. Dodo ordered three and the vendor said something back to her. Then Dodo said something like "do you want peanut butter filling or blah-blah-bluh bluh-blah-blah-blaaaaaa." I didn't even hear the other varieties.
20, Section 2 Daan Rd