The dirt underneath my feet was damp. The roof of the hen house was damp. The table where I left the trowel was damp. It was the first time after a long time the garden had a good soak, a much needed soak. It started to rain the night before while we were asleep. It [...]
Am I the only one who thinks merienda [mehr-yen-dah] is terribly underappreciated? It is a meal often missed like almusal, or breakfast on rushed mornings. Merienda is often overlooked. We obsessively prepare for and plan around tanghalian, [tang-ha-lee-ahn] or lunch, and hapunan, [ha-poo-nahn] or supper but more often than not we forget about the meal [...]
I live for weekends nowadays. I live for my prized free time. I look forward all week to unhurried mornings when I can stay in bed a little longer, when I can savor my cup of coffee a while longer. I look forward to mornings when the only pressing task at hand is figuring out [...]
The light was beautiful. The sun peered through the limbs of our old oak tree casting a mosaic-like shadow. Dennis stood under it in his pressed navy blue suit and green tie I picked out for him. Tears welled up in my eyes as I walked along the carved path. My mother walked beside me, [...]
I found a letter in my inbox the other day from someone in Melbourne, Australia who had just discovered my blog.
“I love your blog,” Maria wrote. “It’s homey, practical, intelligent and still very Filipino. It’s writing like this that can take Filipino cuisine into the mainstream, which sadly it isn’t yet in Australia.”
When I was little, the old Magnolia Ice Cream House along Aurora Boulevard was, without a doubt, the happiest place on earth. No other place to my mind came close.
The ice cream shop, which sat on a sprawling, green lawn next door to a concrete building that housed the plant where the ice cream [...]
I could smell garlic in my breath, which I didn’t mind. When you’re ten years old you don’t obsess about such things. Besides, I felt like I was on top of the world, on the front seat of a jeepney flying at full speed with the cold wind against my face and the taste of [...]
I could hear nothing but the clinking of the spoon against the glass. The sound filled the kitchen as much as the heat of the afternoon did. A strength-sapping kind of heat. I stirred in a spoonful of sugar then added cubes of ice. The clinking continued. Spoon against the ice. Ice against the glass.
The quiet click of the rice cooker is music to my ears. It is unassuming, almost unnoticeable unless, of course, you wait for the flip of the switch with steadfast anticipation, like I always do. The click heralds good news. It means the rice is ready. The meal can now commence. The meal is now [...]
You would’ve loved the weather here yesterday. Sunny with only wisps of white clouds in the sky. Ninety on the patio. It was so hot we decided it was hot enough for the pool. I know you think we’re nuts to swim this time of the year. Almost seventy isn’t really too chilly. [...]
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