It feels like only yesterday when I was standing on the tips of my toes on a rocking kitchen stool, holding on to my mom’s shoulders while craning my neck until I get a glimpse of the flour she’s toasting in her deep kawali. The warmth of the flame. The clang of the spatula. The [...]
It was a crisp fall day. The sky was blue with wisps of white clouds. The golden mulberry glowed in the warm fall light. Mitzi was chasing Stanford while Stanford was chasing his ball. Mom was sweeping leaves and Dennis was herding chickens in the kitchen garden.
I was standing under the tree, next to [...]
There’s one image from the news feed back home that’s been etched in my mind from the moment I saw it. It’s a harrowing image of a young mother holding her two children in her arms. All three lying lifeless on the ground blanketed in mud and dirt.
My heart aches for my country. Her [...]
Pull a chair and come sit with me. There’s cake and there’s coffee. I made mamon [mah-mon], the dearly loved sponge cake from Goldilocks, the dearly loved bakery back home. So stay.
It’s been a while since my last post, I know. The demands of the days have been a bit overwhelming. If only [...]
It always feels like Christmas when my mom visits from Manila. I’m like a wide-eyed little boy eager to know what she has brought from home. My eyes light up as she reveals her pasalubong [pah-sah-loo-bong], pulling them out from her suitcase one by one.
Salubong [sah-loo-bong] is to meet, to greet. It means [...]
I sat silently at the last row of hard plastic seats, flanked on both sides by strangers who spoke what sounded like Mandarin. I pulled out my boarding pass for my connecting flight and examined it under the dim, yellow lights.
China Airlines Flight CI0008.
Taipei to Los Angeles. September 7.
It hit [...]
“Thank you for being a friend. Traveled down the road and back again. Your heart is true, you’re a pal and a confidant.” — Theme from the Golden Girls
The hen house feels hollow. Blanche, our dear Silver Laced Wyandotte, has passed away. She fell ill and within a day she was gone. Too soon. [...]
There was no other place I would rather be than in the kitchen, in front of the fridge with its door wide open. I could stand there all day if I could with yelo [yeh-loh] — with ice — pressed against my forehead, against the back of my neck, against my sun-soaked skin.
The heat [...]
There’s cake in the kitchen. Mocha chiffon cake all rolled up with mocha buttercream frosting, dusted on top with powdered sugar. Light chiffon cake rolled with the richness of buttercream.
There’s cake in the kitchen because there’s a new corgi in the house. Yes, that’s how we roll around here, no pun intended. Our family [...]
I’ve been wrestling with words lately, thinking of what to write, of what to tell you today. This happens when I get too sentimental. My blog just turned four. Yes, it’s been four years since I started writing. Two hundred seventy nine posts. Hundreds of recipes. Over three thousand email subscribers.
My blog means a [...]
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