Sixty-eight days, the small white seed packet reads. It may sound like a long time to wait for something we’ve never grown before but it is for sweet corn — we have all the time to wait! There’s something about growing corn at home that intrigues and fascinates me. Dennis, who grew up in [...]
Handfuls of red, ripe New Girl tomatoes and Black Krims just picked from the kitchen garden. Along with a motley mix of red and green leafy mesclun.
Soft, plump pan de sal rolls just out of the oven. Made from scratch.
Crisp strips of bacon. Cured with the sweetness of maple and bourbon. [...]
Sand in my pockets. In between my toes. On my legs and my knees, clinging like fine sugar.
My fingers wrinkled. My skin stinging from the sun.
I barely remember that summer. I remember glimpses of it here and there but a proper picture escapes me. I remember watermelons sliced into thick wedges that look [...]
Dear Blackberry Bush,
I hate you. I really do. You take over the garden like it’s yours. You are everywhere. Along the deer fence, along the driveway. Under the fig tree, under the oak. Side by side with the overgrown oleander.
You are tenacious. You are too difficult to prune. I’ve scratched my arms and [...]
My thumb left a dimple on its cheek. I must have held it too tightly. You really couldn’t blame me. I get delirious when I am around mangoes. A whiff of its scent is enough to send me into fits of uncontrollable happiness. Fits of uncontrollable nostalgia, too.
Mangoes have this compelling effect on me. [...]
I dreamed of my dad last night. He looked so different from the last time I saw him. His face wasn’t frail. His cheeks weren’t hollow. He looked fit as a fiddle. He was sitting on the couch watching television with Dennis. Baseball was on. Bottles of San Miguel were sweating on the coffee [...]
The day is fresh and hopeful; the spirit is upbeat, the food tastes good, life is beginning again. — Doreen Fernandez
Where do I begin?
With a meal, of course. With agahan [ah-gah-han]. The first meal of the day. My favorite meal of the day.
With sinangag [see-nah-ngahg]. The hiss of day-old [...]
Good things come to those who wait. I mouthed these words over and over like a mantra while I slowly stirred the milk and sugar together in the pot, while I awaited their magical transformation into my beloved buttery confection. Letting coconut milk simmer sounds simple enough but, truth is, making matamis na bao [...]
The summer sun burned my face. It burned my small nose and my big cheeks. Its heat clung onto the concrete curb and burned my bare feet. I stepped outside hoping for a respite, however fleeting, from the heat that swam around the house. I was a bored kid with nothing to do. No school [...]
“It’s just the two of us,” I told him.
Next to me, Stanford stood stumped. Puzzled at what I meant. He tilted his head charmingly and gave me the look — the “I-don’t-know-what-you’re-talking-about-but-that-carrot-you’re-holding-looks-pretty-darn-tasty” look. The chap loves his carrots. Stanford’s a smart snacker that way. I wish I could say the same about myself. I [...]
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