Ipoh, the 1960s
He learned it from the masters, sixty years ago.
There was a French bakery on a shophouse row in Ipoh, and a boy called Lam Loke who wanted money of his own. So he took a part time job there.
The wages turned out to be the smaller half of it. He was put next to bakers who had spent their working lives doing it properly, and they taught him properly. How a dough should feel at every stage. How long to leave it alone. How to hear, from the sound of the crust, whether it was ready to come out.
That is where this recipe comes from, and it is older than most bakeries in Malaysia. No weekend course. No starter kit off Shopee. No lockdown hobby that got out of hand. Sixty years on, he still does it the way he was taught, twice a week, in his own kitchen.
His customers call him Loke Kor. Brother Loke. You will see it in the messages below.



