This year I had the fortunate experience of tasting my mom's birthday pancit that she cooked for me! It tasted exactly as I remembered. I am elated that after 11 long years I was finally able to spend my birthday with her. And it was well worth the wait.
She arrived in the UK in August 2011 together with my Aunt (her youngest sister), my cousin (my Aunt's daughter) and my only sister. It was a good time for them to arrive - weather wise as it was so warm last August that you'd think you're still in the Philippines! I was ready with my camera at the airport for a welcome shoot but as I saw them coming out they all looked drained and exhausted. It was past 11 at night and the 17-hour long journey took it's toll.
I was over the moon to see them all, especially mom. I thought she looked a bit older and seemed to have lost weight (which isn't good as she's only 8 stone!). The last time I saw her was April 2009. This was her first time travelling outside Asia. I will be very busy to give them the tour in the four weeks that would follow and I'll be cherishing each day that will pass...
It just occurred to me that I've been celebrating my birthday away from my Homeland for the last 10 years! Every year, unfailingly, my mother would cook 'pancit' (chow-mein type of dish) even if I'm not with them. It is a custom to cook long strand type of noodles every birthday as this signifies long life. I do the same thing every year for my mother's and sibling's birthdays.
Today, after 12MN Philippine time (5PM UK time), hubby surprised me with this...
Many years ago I bought a book called 'Photography for Dummies'. My husband saw this book last year when we moved to a new house as I was un-packing some of my old junk. Only then did he realise that I have a little bit of interest in Photography. I do appreciate good photographs and I said to myself "one day I must learn how to do that... ". Sometimes it's very easy to make an excuse not to pursue things that we said we want to do "someday" – but when will that someday really come, that's the question!
In my case that someday is today, or a couple of weeks ago to be more precise.
Thanks to hubby for getting me a DSLR last Christmas. I was so excited when I opened the box. Then I got scared - it all looked so complicated and fragile, I didn't even know where to begin. I couldn't even attach the lens! I was afraid I'd break it and it would be a waste of money. I read the manual and played with it a bit but got frustrated after a while. It has all these modes that look so technical and a lot of numbers showing up on the screen. I ended up just shooting using 'Auto' mode. I thought it would be a shame not to make the most out of the camera.
So, I had a look at the web and searched for Digital Photography courses. I was a bit late to catch the January course they were giving at Leicester College but in the end I caught the one in Spring. It was a brilliant introductory course, it's not as intensive as a full-time or degree course but enough to help you build a portfolio if you want to go onto further studies. I will share with you some of the things I have learned using this blog and post some photos I have taken. But for now this came through the post:
When I was a kid, every month of May, our family would always make a trip to Antipolo (Philippines). My parents used to do a lot of travelling, transporting harvested vegetables from the farm to Manila, and being the religious people that they are they have made a petition to visit the shrine of "Our Lady of Peace and Good Voyage" in Antipolo Church every year.
It was always an exciting trip for me. It would start really early in the morning because it takes about three hours from where we live to the Shrine. Most often than not, I would fall asleep on the journey but my Dad would always wake me up when we pass by the Pier in Manila as he knows that I am always fascinated by ships and sail boats.
Once we arrive in the Church the family would go and hear Mass and afterwards, for me as a kid that's when all the fun begins! Outside the church is an open market selling lots of novelty items such as: toys, souvenir t-shirts, hats, fruits and cashew nuts! For me the taste of cashew nuts is the equivalent of summer. It means school vacation has officially started and me and my cousins can hang around the farm going about our own little business. As cashew nuts are very dear to buy, me and my cousins have improvised on how to make this...
The art of preparing cashew nuts was handed down to us by our older brothers/sisters/cousins, and to them by the older ones and so on. In short, it's like our own little "mischievous tradition". Early in the morning we would congregate and gather every cashew fruit that we find in the farm. The fruit grows in trees and the boys would climb up and pick the fruits while the girls stay in the ground to catch the cashew fruits with their skirts. We would then walk as far as we can in the middle of the field where no chicken could smell the aroma of our culinary adventure (it was said that the scent of cooking cashew nuts gives skin disease on chickens, probably one those old wive's tales). Equipped with an empty can of formula milk (bottom pierced) we would toss the nuts in it and balance it on three stones and make fire under it. The anticipation is unbearable... there is only silence and sweats pouring out of our foreheads. After a few minutes the cashew nuts are ready, we would crack it open with a stone and there it is, the mighty cashew nut.. as black as it is from the smoke and as burned as our fingers tips are in opening it - it just have the most distinct taste of all, a taste like no other, it was the sweetest and the most delicious cashew nut you could ever taste. Ah well, that's how I remembered it anyway.. but that's the joy of being a kid, all your memories seem to always be the greatest, the biggest, and you always remember all the details.
I wonder if any of my younger cousins or children of my cousins have done this as well... I hope some of them did. But most of all, I hope the cashew fruit trees in the farm are still there.
It's been exactly a year today since I started this blog and I can't help but feel a little bit guilty as it has been ten months since I've written anything here at all. I could list up a thousand excuses for not being able to maintain this blog but I thought I'd rather not.
Today is also the birthday of my youngest niece, she just turned six and for years she adored Dora just like any other young girls. It is also is my Dad's 5th year death anniversary. I am actually in two minds if we should celebrate death anniversaries - remembering this day doesn't really bring happy thoughts. But I suppose it's been a tradition in our family to offer a Mass and say a prayer for people that are dear to us on the day that they departed. Daddy, I love you very much, may your soul rest in peace.
Wow this is great. I am writing this blog using Microsoft Office and when I want to publish this I just hit "Publish" command.
I normally write posts in Word anyway, then I do the old trick of "copy and pasting" it to my blog. But doing it this way gives me problems with fonts and font sizes. As you may notice from my previous posts, I do not have a standard font. It's fully unintentional, I just couldn't fix it! And now I think Microsoft Office Word 2007 All-In-One Desk Reference for Dummies just made my life a lot easier.
It's a book that my husband ordered from Amazon. He is in the middle of writing his thesis for his PhD and he said he just wanted to know more about MS Word for future reference. Boy I'm glad he ordered this book! It's full of cool stuff, things you wouldn't even know are there. It's a really powerful piece of software I must say, or maybe I'm just a geek!
Word provides Blogging through the Publish command of the Office button. This command starts a process that takes your blog entry and moves it to your blog. It's brilliant!
Some bloggers probably have been using this for a long time but I just discovered this now. Of course some bloggers also use a Web-based entry screen, so it means logging-in to your blog account and start writing and click publish when it's ready. Sounds just as easy as MS Word Blogging capability, but sometimes when you are in the middle of a thought and just want to scribble something quickly, MS Word is my first choice. I find the interface inside web entry a bit unfriendly. Or maybe I am just unfamiliar with it.
I really like these books for 'Dummies'. I think it's a great idea. But one thing is for sure, you wouldn't be a dummy anymore after reading them!
My husband and I bought our first house back in 2003. It is a three-bedroom house with a study room and a front and rear garden. We bought the property from an elderly woman who, no doubt absolutely adored her garden. I had never done any gardening myself, but both my parents have green thumb, so I was confident enough that I would be able to handle this enormous task that the old woman left to me.
Since then, we have made two major transformations to the garden. In 2007, we removed a lot of bushy plants and big pine trees. Perhaps when the old woman planted all these she didn’t realize it would be overcrowded in a few years time. It was starting to look like a jungle and I was getting tired of pruning and trimming so we decided in the end to just pull them out. A big part of it then became bare so my cousin helped me add a few little plants that don’t really grow too big. We also planted a cherry blossom tree right in the middle of the garden.
Weeds kept on growing, overshadowing the little plants so it didn’t really work out and we had to move them to the front garden. We hired a gardener to lay down grass on the lawn instead (keeping the cherry blossom in the middle) and I think this works better.
I have planted different bulbs that come out different times of the year so the garden never runs out of flowers. It’s always a joy to see them come out so beautifully.
Now that we are moving to a different city, I’d say this is one of the things that I will miss most. I just hope the next person to look after this little oasis will have green thumbs as well...
My husband and I are in the process of moving to a different city. Moving house is a stressful business, for me anyway. But I suppose the good thing about it is you get to sort out a lot of your old stuff and it gives you chance to de-clutter (if you are not a hoarder!).
Between my husband and me, I am the hoarder. I keep a lot of souvenirs from places I've been. From bus/train tickets to maps and plastic bags! I am hopeless! I cannot keep on doing this as all these "collections" are taking so much space and not to mention gathering a lot of dust! So I said to myself, this time I will be ruthless. I will have to keep my souvenirs to an absolute minimum.
I started collecting stamps when I was in high school. Back in those days, posting personal, handwritten letters was still very much "in". Among my other collections are post cards, mostly places that I've visited. Sometimes I forget what the place or statue or palace is called, so it's always handy with the post card as it usually gives details in the card. I also like collecting coins. When my friends and I did a Europe Rail Tour in 2002 I was able to collect different coins because the "Euro" didn't exist back then.
I love keeping mementos as well. I have all the cards and letters my husband and I gave each other since we've met. It's just so sweet to read them over and over again. I still have a letter from my Dad (R.I.P.) when I moved to Europe in year 2000. Sadly he passed away in 2005, and it always brings tears to my eyes and at the same time a smile to my face whenever I read it. I have also kept a copy of a three-page letter my husband wrote to my parents when he first told them we were moving in together. He didn't know my native language back then, and my parents couldn't understand English so I translated his lettter, and he painstakingly wrote it back again in Tagalog.
All these keepsakes matter to me. Each little piece tells a story. Seeing or reading them again brings me back to some distant memories. And each time, it gives joy to my heart.
Now my job is done. All keepsakes are in one box. And no material things could ever be any more precious than what is in that box.
One of the things I enjoy most is tea time with a little treat on the side. A good friend of ours brought us her homemade carrot cake one time and I fell in love with it. Most people I know are not fond of carrot cake, but this recipe (with a little twist of my own) always makes them cross to the other side! So I want to share it with you and I hope you enjoy it too.
Ingredients for two loaves (can be halved to make just one loaf):
·2 cups self-raising flour
·1 cup self-raising wholemeal flour
·1 tsp mixed spice
·½ tsp salt
·2 ½ cups caster sugar
·2 ½ cups sunflower oil
·4 eggs
·1 tbsp vanilla extract
·3 cups grated carrot
Procedures:
1.Pre-heat oven to Gas Mark 3. Line two loaf tins with greaseproof paper.
2.Sift flour. Add rest of ingredients. Mix well.
3.Divide into two loaf tins.
4.Bake for an hour.
Topping (Icing):
·6 oz cream cheese
·2 oz butter
·Juice of one lemon
·12 oz icing sugar
Procedures:
1.Mix together.
2.Spoon on top of cooled carrot cake.
I know following recipes from cookbooks is never easy. Sometimes it leads to disaster and disappointment. Don’t lose heart when it doesn’t work the first time, practice makes perfect! Don’t be afraid to make some adjustments on the ingredients and procedures. I have written here some tips on how I make my carrot cake.
TIPS:
Sifting the flour is very important, I never take short-cuts with this, it makes the cake fluffier and lighter. When you sift wholemeal flour, it will leave some residue – don’t throw it, add it to the sifted flour. I always use my biggest bowl, this makes mixing easier (and I use a wooden spoon for mixing). You can add more of the mixed spice if you prefer a stronger taste, but I just want a hint of spice infused into the carrot cake. For the eggs, use large ones. I like using organic free range eggs, a little bit pricier but it gives a nicer colour to the cake (not pale compared to using battery eggs). Vanilla extract has a lovely flavour, I never use vanilla essence, it’s a poor imitation of the “real one”. When grating the carrots, use the finer side of the grater. I always line my tins with greaseproof paper. This prevents the cake from sticking into my Teflon tins (once you scratch your Teflon, sad to say it’s gone). I usually check the cake on the 50th minute, if it’s nearly done (not wobbly and top is a little bit brownish), turn off the oven but leave the cake inside with the oven door closed. Then when the hour is completed, leave the door ajar (this will prevent the cake from collapsing). For the topping, let the butter soften before you mix it with the cream cheese. If it’s fresh from the fridge, microwave for about a minute on the lowest power, do not let the butter melt! If the butter is melted, it will result in a runny topping. You can add more or less of the icing sugar depending on your taste.
Now all you need to do is reward yourself with a big slice and have it with a nice cup of tea! Enjoy!
I like hearing stories about my parent’s childhood. It allows me to have a glimpse of what life was like when they were younger. One thing that interests me was the way they ate, and the way that they prepared their food. Back then, as I was told, in the 1950’s, they didn’t have to buy their food. They gathered vegetables from the farm, meat from their own livestock, fish from the nearby river and rice from the fields that they tilled. They only had to go to the market twice a month to stock up on salt, bagoong (shrimp paste) and a few other necessities.
When I was growing up, in the 1970’s, my parents more or less still grew the food that we ate. Every single meal was prepared and cooked as we ate them. Chocolates were a rare treat, we were lucky if we had them once a year. My cousins and I would feast on the abundant fruit-bearing trees that grow around the farm. It was amazing, we just ate whatever was there and in season.
The first time I was away from home was when I went to University in Manila. I shared an apartment with my cousins and we would take turns cooking. We had adopted the way of our parents, there was no other way that we knew. We would go to the market and shop for our week’s supply of food and take turns cooking the same food that we were accustomed to.
When I settled in Ireland, in the year 2000, I was exposed to many different types of food and ways of preparing them. Most of the time there is hardly any preparation at all. Supermarkets and grocery stores are packed with ready-made food. Just stick it in the microwave for five minutes and presto, dinner is served! Another option is the popular and convenient take-away meals such as Chinese, Indian, Pizza, Fish and Chips which all seem to be around every corner. I thought at the beginning that these were brilliant, it saved me a lot of time and effort.
There was no more need for all the hassle of chopping and cooking and washing-up in the kitchen. But what I didn’t realize was that all this convenience was slowly but surely sucking me into a vortex of bad food habits! My clothes went up two sizes and from being 45 kilos in weight I maxed out at a whooping 60 kilos! And why is this? Because all of these “options” are full of saturated fats, salt, preservatives, and sugar which are not exactly good for your health.
Right there and then I knew I had to unlearn my bad food habits. I may not be able to go back to the time where my parents grew everything in their backyard but I can surely start with eating properly and cutting bad processed food. Since then I have gone back to my kitchen and prepared food in the traditional way. This presented me with the opportunity to rekindle my love for cooking. And now I am happy with my weight, and I feel a lot healthier and I feel good!
One day, not so long ago, my husband and I were talking about our childhood and I was really surprised to find that, notwithstanding the fact that I grew up amidst the rice fields of the Philippine countryside and he grew up in urban Ireland, we had played, or at least been aware of, the exact same games when we were kids!
One example was “blowing bubbles”. Back when I was a kid we would do this by gathering Gumamela flowers and pounding them with a stone until they turned into a slimy and sticky mush. We would then throw the ‘slime’ into a bucket and add some water until the bubbles came out; we would then make a loop from the bristles of a broomstick (made from coconut leaves) and stir the loop in the bucket and blow into it to make bubbles, and that was our version of “blowing bubbles”.
My husband’s version was far simpler (if you had the money); just go to the local shop and buy a ready-made “blowing bubbles kit”, in a nice, fancy plastic bottle, and away you go!
It struck me as incredible that kids from all over the world are fascinated with the same games, regardless of the colour of their skin, shape of their eyes, language or religion. And this led me to think: how is it that children from all over the world, who have had no contact with each other, tend to play the same (or at least very similar) games?
This question started my interest in anthropology and I have been digging into the subject ever since, but I must say that I have only barely scratched the surface as it is a vast and seemingly endless subject. There’s a lot to learn, but as long as it continues to prick my interest and surprise me with interesting explanations and theories, there will never be enough books for me to read!
I'm a nomadic Filipina, currently based in the UK; where I live with my Filipino-speaking Irish husband. My interests include: food, books, music, movies, travel, politics, anthropology, photography and tea! And I will be using this blog to express my thoughts on all of these subjects, enjoy . . .
