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How to Make Green Mango Salad

Why am I enamored of this green mango salad? Is it the medley of colors that makes me swoon? A motley mix of yellow and red. White tinged with deep purple and specks of lush green strewn here and there. Or is it the tartness that makes me pucker with incomparable delight? Sour mangoes purposely…

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How to Regrow Green Onions

I am Mr. Frugal in the kitchen. I got my frugality from my mom who taught me, at a very young age, never to leave even the tiniest morsel of food on my plate unconsumed. My family wasn’t well-off and my parents pinched pennies while they raised me and my five sisters. I think frugality is an admirable trait as long as it doesn’t get ridiculously over the top. I try not to be wasteful and use everything in our fridge and pantry before they spoil like the very last rib of celery or carrot for stir-fries and shrimp heads and shells for stock. I try to always rinse the…

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P is for Pancit Palabok

I nervously merged onto the freeway from the quiet roundabout then craned my neck toward my blind spot to switch lanes. I had never driven in California before and the freeway felt so dauntingly wide. I was used to driving at a snail’s pace on perennially over-packed highways back home. As we sped past sixty-five,…

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How to Make Arroz a la Cubana

I loathe Valentine’s day. Cupid cutouts make me cringe. So do heart-shaped chocolate bonbons and red silk roses. Cakes and cookies frosted with pink dyed sugar remind me of antacids. I simply don’t see the point of this holiday. Aren’t we supposed to show our affection to our loved ones everyday? I sound too jaded…

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Meet Our Golden Girls

I am so excited to tell you that our girls have arrived. Four fluffy baby chicks, the new addition to our family. I may have already told some of you about them but for those who haven’t heard we’re taking a crack at raising chickens. We are thrilled that they’re finally here. The day-old chicks…

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How to Make Spanish Bread

The bread turned out the way I remembered it. Soft. Luxuriously soft bread sticks coiled like croissants. Beautifully browned. Buttery and sweet. The delicate grit of sugar crumbled between my teeth as I took a bite. A ridiculously huge bite, I am embarrassed to admit. I brushed the sugar off my cheeks and took another…

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How to Make Menudo

Schloomp went my knife as I cut through the potatoes — first, into flat planks, then into strips as long as my stubby fingers, and then into nearly perfect cubes. I stacked them up high next to my plump red bell pepper and my pile of diced carrots. It felt great to be back in…

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N is for Noche Buena

The plane touched down and the entire cabin broke into thunderous applause. The group of balikbayan nurses in the last row cheered “Merry Christmas!” while the lady seated next to me teared up and gestured the Sign of the Cross. As we taxied to the gate, I gazed at the dawn sky breaking outside. Festive…

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L is for Longganisa (Filipino-Style Sausage)

Jimmy Dean hissed furiously in the kitchen. I had been living off two-for-one Jimmy Deans ever  since I emptied my pantry of corned beef and Spam.  Those twofers were lifesavers back in the day when I was a cash-strapped student.  They were deals too hard to pass like those sugar-laden cereals that were perpetually half-price.…

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