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Other Asian countries have their sour broth equivalents, but our very own “sinigang” stands on its own in all its “Filipino-ness”. Those who’ve left the country to work abroad invariably served their own versions of sinigang using ingredients from their new place of residence and that old reliable sachet of sinigang sour broth powder. Yes, we all travel with our sinigang, don’t we? But nothing beats home-cooked sinigang using fresh ingredients from home. And true, making sour broth (tamarind or kamias or miso or guava) from scratch never fails to win applause. So….. Have your guests savor a home-cooked sinigang! It should rank up there along with “adobo” in must-try dishes.

 

 

 

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Prawns cooked in sour broth.

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Adobo

 

 

Adobo Republic. Need I say more? Every Filipino meat lover digs his adobo — in any “version”. But wait, adobo need not be limited to pork or chicken. There’s my favorite adobong pusit! Have your guest try that. A legacy from Spain? Maybe. But we have “Filipinized” it and took “en su tinta” real seriously. Squid cooked in its ink in all that vinegary goodness!

 

 

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Chipirones En Su Tinta ? The local version is called Adobong Pusit.

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Of course, we want to introduce our “bagoong” (shrimp paste) to our guests. What better way than to pair it with the coveted “Kare Kare”? The ground rice and peanuts making up the sauce renders a very Oriental flavor. Our Malay ancestry reveals itself in this dish, made more special by the aromatic bagoong. Green mangoes too, please. And while others may claim Filipinos rarely serve salads, try our “Lato” (seagrapes) and our “pako” (fiddlehead fern) salads. Drop some slices of salted duck eggs, onions and tomatoes, if you like. Pops in your mouth. Yum!

 

 

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Seagrapes. Called “lato” is good with slices of tomatoes, radish and onions.

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Pako Salad. Fiddlehead Fern Salad.

 

 

You can’t go wrong with seafoods too — prawn, lobster, crab, oyster, mussel, scallop and fish. Steamed, grilled or fried. Keep it simple. And fresh!


I missed submitting a post on the theme “A Picture Is Worth 1,000 Words” but here’s another writing prompt and I intend not to pass up this chance.

 

 

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“WHEN HELLO FEELS LIKE GOODBYE”

 

Oh yes. Ever the optimist, ever the romantic, it’s HELLO in my mind. The kind that feels like “goodbye”. A hug so tight it feels like the last. As when one says goodbye. For now. For sometime. Forever.

 

I hate goodbyes. But hellos can bring forth the same sensation. When a HUG feels so much better, so much more intimate than a KISS. When a HUG lasts far longer than any kiss would and could. Wrapped in each other’s arms, who cares who’s looking? Who cares? When a hug seems to last from hello to goodbye.

 

Family? Friends? Lovers? A hug conveys the message of longing. Of not-too-long-ago or nearly-a-lifetime loneliness. When was the last time you missed someone so terribly? How did it feel meeting them again? As you press closer and feel each other’s heartbeats, the years of absence are wiped away. As each moment of longing is peeled off and exposed, the warmth of each embrace permeates the bodies with an intensity that composes another fond memory.

 

“Takes Your Breath Away”

 

Literally and figuratively. As intense as it gets, the tight hugs take your breath away. The passion burns through the loneliness, worries, anxieties. Neither going nor coming. Neither here nor there. YOU JUST HAVE YOUR MOMENT.

 

Joy. Relief. Acceptance. Forgiveness. All positive thoughts warming through sleepless nights filled with pain, worries and at times anger. Such is the potent force of a simple hug. No, I don’t mean the “social hug” one almost automatically accords another where one is obliged to do slightly more than a handshake. Not that “obligatory hug”. I mean the hug hug — that which is more appropriately termed as an “embrace”. The kind that attaches a powerful emotion to it. The kind that leaves you feeling fulfilled, other times, drained. It’s hard to fake a hug. Ironically, there is no eye contact nor face-to-face encounters to check for those nervous ticks and not-too-honest smiles. More often than not, we close our eyes shut the tighter the embrace goes. We rely simply on our feelings. If we’re not “in harmony”, one would feel awkward and wish to let go. If we don’t “feel it”, we sense the seconds tick by and feel overwhelmed. My theory is the pretense seeps out as the hug lingers. Yet, many honest hugs demand a second and third hugs. Like we can’t have enough of each other.

 

 

When I think of reunions, the images conjured up in my mind include open arms, welcoming hugs, lingering embraces. Especially at a certain age when you feel some may not make it to the next reunion. Morbid thoughts? Maybe. When news reach us of such losses or casualties, we invariably think of that last embrace and simultaneously wish we hugged them tighter or longer. We may not remember the conversation, but yes, we do recall that first hug after a long, long time. And more so, that last hug as we bid each other goodbye. Hello and Goodbye. Packed in a single embrace. Wrapped in thoughts of love, acceptance, relief and forgiveness. J.O.Y. Two hearts beating as one, in an almost monastic rhythm. Broken only by interludes of remembrances punctuated by laughter and nostalgic sorrows. Handshakes just won’t do. Too formal. Too cold. Too businesslike. Too transactional?

 

 

Hugs are in an altogether different league. To this day, I still remember how it felt like hugging the babies in the family. They’re no babies now. Very well into their teens, in fact. But I remember how when they couldn’t express themselves as much as they can now, and would rather express their joy, their thanks, their gratitude, their longing in those unforgettable hugs. Or when they demanded the same whenever they felt insecure, threatened or simply too happy to want to share it. A hug reassures. A hug reaffirms. A hug has no substitute. Ohhhh….. I need a hug NOW! 😉

 

 

As I write this, I had difficulty expressing myself with 1,000 words. But enough said, methinks. It’s a great discipline. And the photo and topic’s such a superb prompt. As you read this, I suggest you check out the writing challenge. See what prompts you. Check out how the simple photo moves you. I’m sure we share something in common, while at the same time learn from each other.

 

 

This is my response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: 1,000 Words, Take 2.

 


LOVE. How best to express it in a single frame?

 

 

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Retiro Park. Madrid.

 

 

Honestly….. I took this shot without noticing the couple by the stairs. Was more concerned with the pond and the clouds, too blinded by the sun to observe the sweet pair caught in the frame.

 

 

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Elephants in Knysna Elephant Park in South Africa.

 

 

Caption this! Elephants express it way better, methinks.

 

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A Man and A Child. Chimi Lakhang. Bhutan.

 

 

I’m a grandmother myself. So I’m drawn to images of grandchildren. When one speaks of true love, a grandparent’s love tops the list 😉


THIS IS MY RESPONSE TO THE WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: LOVE.



Balikbayans (literally “balik” means return; “bayan” means country) and foreign guests should share the same list. After all, who better to promote the Philippines abroad other than our very own “kababayans” (fellow countrymen). The balikbayans or returning/holidaying countrymen have conjured up images of local foods they must try/taste long before their arrival. You see, food images can either excite you or leave you in despair.

 

 

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Rice Cakes with Dessicated Coconut, locally called “bibingka”.

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Puto Bumbong.

 

 

I have several circles of friends — from childhood, school, office as well as those I’ve met and kept in my travels. Invariably, balikbayans hanker for the same food list. Deprive them and they’d have a bad holiday. As for the foreign guests, why force them to eat “balut” (duck embryo) when many Filipinos feel grossed out with such? There are many Pinoy dishes without the necessary Fear Factor-ish controversy. So, indulge them with:

 

#1: Bibingka and Puto Bumbong

 

I always bring my guests to Via Mare for their bibingka and puto bumbong fix. We are rice eaters like many others in Asia. So it comes as no surprise to find the equivalent of suman, puto and kutsinta in other parts of Asia. But i found none similar to our bibingka and puto bumbong. If there are, I have not seen nor tried them. So, how about introducing these rice-based eats to our guests?

 

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Puto, Kutsinta and Suman

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Mangoes — green and ripe, Chico, Durian, and other local fruits.

 

 

#2 Local Fruits: Manila Mangoes, Durian, Marang, Chico, Dalandan, Balimbing, Coconuts

 

Remember how we drool just thinking of cherries, persimmons, dragon fruits, naranjas, grapes, etc? Carnivores and vegans alike would most certainly be interested in our local fruits. No “eww factor” and it won’t cost you big time! And how about sweetened and candied fruits? I can think of our dried mangoes, condol and pineapples.

 

 

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Halo Halo from Razon’s.

 

 

#3 Halo Halo

 

Halo Halo is not exclusive to the Philippines. Fruits with ice shavings can likewise be found in Japan, Vietnam, and elsewhere. But ours is unique because of its toppings.

 

Halo-Halo combines many of our sweetened fruits along with the very local yam (Ube) and Leche flan. Now, wouldn’t these choices be lots better than the “balut”? (By the way, they also have “balut” in Cambodia but locals there would not have it at the top of the list of must-try dishes.) Halo Halo sells for as low as 20 pesos (San Andres Market), maybe lower in the provinces. A humongous serving can be had in Manila Peninsula, but it will cost you. Me? I’m quite happy with Digman’s halo halo or the finer ice shavings and simpler (aka fewer but yummy ingredients) halo halo from Razon’s. Many local eateries also offer this as “merienda” (snacks) or as dessert.

 

 

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Pancit Luglog

 

 

#4 Pancit Luglog or Pancit Palabok

 

Noodles. Italian pasta, Chinese Pancit, Korean Chap Chae, Japanese soba. All noodles.

 

What have we got that’s different from the rest? Palabok or Luglug, or even Pancit Malabon. The sauce base is different. Color is different. Toppings are different, especially if you load up with crushed chicharon. And don’t you just love how the sliced, boiled eggs sitting side by side with the squids, oysters and squid rings take center stage?


[The list continues….. Watch this page]

 

 


WHAT’S BEYOND?

 

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Beyond the Walkway. Beyond the Sea. I’ve decided to join the Weekly Photo Challenge and eagerly await each week’s theme. This amateur has resisted in the past, thinking this is for pros. But then, this challenge is so inspiring and potentially a good system to update one’s blog.

 

 

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Beyond Sunset is Twilight. Sunsets are awesome. Twilights are magical.

 

 

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Landscapes. Seascapes. Skyscapes?

 

 

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Beyond the savanna. What lurks beyond?

 

 

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This is my response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Beyond.


A perfect day. Gaudi surrounds. Gaudi abounds in the city. You see it. You smell it. You almost taste it. Casa Batlló, Casa Mila, Parc Güell, Sagrada Familia. There’s more. A Gaudi overload.

 

 

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Rooftop. Casa Batllo. Barcelona.

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Parc Guell. Barcelona.

 

 

It should have been a perfect day for my girls. Barcelona does not disappoint. Gaudi overwhelms, but you can break the sensory overload with a visit to the Black Madonna. Such a trip to Montserrat is both a pilgrimage and a bonus adventure.

 

 

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Interior Shot. Montserrat Basilica.

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Montserrat.

 

 

My girls must have been so carried away with the “serrated” (thus MontSERRAT) mountain scene that they’ve lost track of time. The line to see the Black Madonna up close, the aisle view from the top, the lighted candles in varied colors, the cold breeze — all these add to the spirituality of the shrine.

 

 

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The Black Madonna.

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Lost in time. Wrapped in their thermals. The last funicular just left and my girls must be lighting more candles, whispering their prayers.

 

 

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Twilight in Montserrat.

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Just one option left to return to the city. A downhill hike. An hour in the cold with only the serrated mountains as company. Stony buddies.

 

 

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Well, they got back well before dinner. Huffing and Puffing. And darn COLD. 🙂


Whenever I find Nat Geo-type photos, I turn green with envy. But pragmatic me insists I should be content with my Point & Shoot Cam. Many times too, I shoot with my trusty iPhone 4S. The light P&S wins over the desired DLSR, always. Non-pro that I am, I should be alright with these “light” gadgets.

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Many are enchanted with sunrise and sunset photos. I think twilight photos are lovelier, but that’s a matter of opinion. I am also fascinated with cloud formations.

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Perhaps that explains why a rainy, cloudy day or an overcast sky would never deter me from seeking adventures. I was in these places when a strong typhoon hit: Taiwan, Boracay, Palawan. Yet I had the most amazing time. Yes, even when we were “marooned” in Boracay at the height of “Sendong”.

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Who doesn’t want to see a rainbow? Cast against mighty falls, over a mountain cliff, or across vineyards?

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No tripods for me. The scenes can do with a little shake. I just pause, snap and go!

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What is it, really? Would you go for the baked goodies (think HOPIA)? Or for the spruced up garden overlooking the hills?

 

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Santa is in Baker’s Hill, Puerto Princesa!

 

 

It was still the Christmas Season, so the garden and pseudo-park is decorated with American holiday decor from Santa Claus to a giant pine tree to Marilyn Monroe in Christmas red. (Well actually, Marilyn M stays even after the holidays to keep the Walt Disney (or is it Looney Tunes?) characters company for the rest of the year. A Mini-Theme Park! And no admission fee. Free!

 

 

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Marilyn Monroe in Christmas Red. She’s a permanent fixture here.

 

 

It’s been sometime since I last visited. A pleasant surprise….. but they’ve expanded the garden and it’s certainly a good place to while away the time. There’s a good breeze and the panorama from the promontory at the end of the garden offers a respite after an exciting underground river tour from nearby Sabang. Well, just don’t mind the talking bird who wouldnt shut up near the area where they keep the peacocks.

 

 

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Christmas in Baker’s Hill.

 

 

Tamilok, anyone? Ain’t that brave. Fear Factor enthusiasts and fans may try these wood worms here. Prepared raw, “cooked” by marinating in vinegar. Tastes like oysters, they say. I may have tried it though if not for this bum stomach. Couldn’t risk it as there’s a flight to catch.

 

 

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Yeah. Woodworms. Fear Factor-ish.

 

 

Well, there are other choices. Baker’s Hill is really more than just a bake shop. It’s an amusement park, mini-zoo, restaurant row all rolled into a single place. Try the halo halo (literally means “mix mix”) for snacks or dessert. As for me? I would rather try one of the pizzas.

 

 

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Choose your pizza!

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And this theme park is free!

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Who lives here?


I’m on a REVIEW MODE. I always tell my family that when I grow too old to be able to travel without breaking any bones or being a burden to my travel companions, I’d be quite content in a lazy boy watching my OWN MOVIES and photo albums. It’s my MEMORY AIDE these “memory catchers”. I want to remember all the happy moments!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Safari videos certainly rank up there in my collection of memories. How else can you replay those moments when you’re just a few feet from a rhino or a pride of lions? It’s a miracle my hands stopped shaking to capture these moments in video. But my Zambian adventure tops the list too. Aaah….. Zambia. It’s everything I did not expect!

 

 

 

 

 

 

My first helicopter ride didn’t happen in Zambia. My first heliflight was back in 2007 in Alaska. Setting foot on Mendenhall Glacier was a top thrill too. That’s when I knew I can give up shopping anytime to blow dollars on these expensive adventures. But there were also happy moments where I didn’t have to burn a hole in my pocket. Times with family. Adventures with my “elves”. *Happiness*

 

 

 

 

 


Believe it or not, I have a very uneventful life when I’m back in the city, especially after a holiday. My room is my refuge. No, my sanctuary. Waking up late is a luxury I indulge in. And those mornings I wake up early and unintentionally (is it really age that turns up our body clock earlier than desired?), I putter around my room like a headless chicken. As soon as I take my morning pills and after saying my thanksgiving prayers for preserving me through the night, I get busy with my coffee.

 

 

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First Chore of the Day

 

 

I take pains preparing my coffee. Seriously. My friends gift me with bags of coffee BEANS (not ground coffee!) and past Christmas, I still have a couple of bags to grind and brew. As my coffee machine whirls to a familiar hum, I upload old photos to my Flickr account. It’s been awhile.

 

 

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Uploading in my Flickr account. All that for posterity!

 

 

It’s a good way to beat holiday hangovers. The sun and sands of Palawan still fill my mind, and travel plans for 2013 bug me like a bee. But these photos….. They reminded me of my romance with doors and windows. It’s a never-ending affair . Guess I love the sense of knowing there’s something — almost like a mystery — behind the doors and windows. Pretty much how I feel starting this new year 2013. Que Sera, Sera.

 

 

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A Door in Casa Batllo in Barcelona, Spain

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If you’re in Casa Batllo, Gaudi’s windows cannot be missed!

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Door to one of the stalls in The Collective. Malugay Street. Makati.

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Imagine looking out these arched windows like a monarch. Segovia Alcazar. Spain.

 

 

Flickr uploading proceeds on cue as the machine grinds the beans. As brewing starts, I press to upload more pics. Before the cup is drained of my favorite bev, the photos are done. Before hitting the showers, I’ve decided how the day would play out. It should be another fine, boring day. 

 

 

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Door to a Nunnery in Bhutan.

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Door to A Crypt in Almudena Cathedral. Madrid, Spain.