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Pindang ikan, with its sour tamarind base and bursts of chili, was the dish that welcomed those fish home.

Swordfish. Sharp-beaked and silver-scaled, their bodies shimmered like blades in the sun. They tore through the tide in swarms—screeching through fishing nets, shattering canoes, impaling men with horrifying precision. A dozen died on the first day alone.

Once upon a time on Pulau Brani, there was a family living in a small kampong near the waters between Brani and Sentosa. The father was a fisherman, and he had a loving wife and a young son. They cherished their simple life together, surrounded by the serene beauty of the southern islands of Singapore.

The dishes we honour today are not simply recipes. They are the edible records of an island life that once thrived on tides, trust, and togetherness.