My mother fanning charcoal on her antiquated clay burner, which was used to heat up the traditional steamboat for reunion dinner. Dinner was always late because of this, but it definitely united the family (in hunger) — while we badgered her to hurry up. Fond memories now, after electric steamboats entered our lives.

 Adeline Wong
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Jennifer Chen
Editor
Setting off single firecrackers around the neighbourhood with a stick of incense. To this day, the crack of the powder and smell of sulphur – now available only during lion dances – herald the holiday for me.

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My late paternal grandmother was a fabulous cook and would pull out all the stops for our annual reunion dinner. She prepared every single dish from scratch, without any help — a formidable feat considering how our table overflowed with no fewer than 10 dishes. Denise Kok
Features Editor
Lynette Koh
Watches & Fashion Editor
Staying up late on the eve of Chinese New Year and stuffing myself with peanuts and mandarin oranges, while pretending to make myself useful to my grandma and other womenfolk as they busied themselves making our (supposedly) disgracefully messy house fit for visitor consumption.

Drinking way too much neon orange soda and feeling quite ill by the end of the day, as soft drinks were a rare treat in my household and Chinese New Year was the only time Mum looked the other way. Any festive-related discomfort these days stem from nosy relatives.

 Goh Wee Tseng
Goh Wee Tseng
Writer

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