To say it was humid that day was an understatement. Having to walk 15 blocks to the supermarket in a polo and jeans, walk back with several bottles of patis and coconut oil, and then proceed to cook in a sweltering kitchen with an industrial size… Read More
So it’s a new week and there’s plenty to celebrate: it’s Tuesday (yeah my coworkers hate me for actually enjoying Mondays and Tuesdays), it’s almost August (fewer sweaty days on the subway), and it’s Eid (Eid Mubarak to everyone who’s celebrating…esp my roommate who can finally eat… Read More
(Photo credits: Cassandra Sicre & Eileen Zara, Video by SALO Series.) Cooking in a Filipino kitchen has always been chaotic for me. Oil from the frying short ribs was splattering everywhere, the oven wasn’t heating up fast enough, the person bringing the ice (who was… Read More
Fresh Off the Boat. It was always the (rather inappropriate) excuse I’d use whenever I’d commit some cultural faux pas, justifying that no…I’m just a Pilipino boy from elsewhere who has NOT seen the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air (apparently that’s a crime around here). I’d… Read More
I once read that there are more than 50 words for “snow” in one of the Eskimo languages. And while I like to think I have 50 of my own, they all happen to be vulgar and unfit for print. Summer however, yields a far… Read More
The Errant Diner 