In a conversation with a friend the other day, I remarked how I felt oddly “at home” during my short visit to Japan in all its glorious neuroticism; a nation of rules, propriety, and arbitrary rituals. Completely unlike the “Bahala na” vibe of rural Antique,… Read More
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Otsukare: Japan the Untranslateable (Part 2)
Subarashii (すばらしい) // Mid-afternoon, Shinobazuno Pond, Ueno Park, きょわ素晴らしいです “I wish there was more green around here,” my spontaneous explorer friend and food buddy for the day remarked. “The gardens back in Argentina or Germany always looked greener”. Looking around I couldn’t agree more. Concrete… Read More
Kimochii: Japan the Untranslatable (Pt. 1)
On midnight curry, dancing while full, and post-bath meals.
Scallop and Monkfish Kinilaw: Cured Fish Made to Kill
I remember the first time I hadKinilaw (kee-knee-lau…not the “law” in “lawyer”), Filipino cured seafood similar to the more well-known ceviche. It was a weeknight back in Saudi Arabia and my mom was hit with one of those rare nights of laziness so we bought… Read More
Blueberry-Pecan Galette
I usually skip the baking section of most food magazines. Pies with flaky crusts, light and airy cakes topped with glazed fruits, rich and buttery cookies, macarons made exclusively for well-lit Instagram photos, mocking me with their all-knowing glossy stare: “You can’t bake for shit”.… Read More


