Sunday chaos

Lovely scene at home. My dad (the only guy in the house) reading the newspaper on the couch while three generations of women are cooking in their own portion of the kitchen-- lola's working on the kitchen outside, mom's in the new kitchen inside and i'm working on the grill... 


lavhet.


- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

It's one of those days when you don't think of "I need to go out". For whatever reason though, tonight didn't feel as forced.

I decided to just watch movies today at home. To catch up on movies I missed in the last couple of months, like A-Team and, believe it or not, SATC 2. I saved the best for last of course. A-Team was awesome! ;p

It's a steady Saturday night. Enjoyed watching the movies while having merienda, dinner and late night snack with some wine... (Hey, don't judge me... I watched 3 movies straight)

Yeah, the two week leave I took paid off. I finally appreciate the idea of just "relaxing at home".

....


But then maybe, just maybe, it has also something to do with partying too much the night before.


- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

E-Pass= FAIL. big time. such a hassle now.

Driving your car in Makati when it's coded and getting away with it= WIN.


- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

Three recipes.

1. Omelette du fromage. You gotta love Dexter for ingraining it in my brain. It's the breakfast of champions... after tocino of course... bacon and eggs... and spam.

2. Scallops baked with bacon and butters sauce with reduced white wine... Need I say more? It's the best panlambing for daddies i.e. "can i please have the car back dad?"

3. Strawberry cheesecake. Not as picture perfect since i'm eating it while i'm typing this entry. They say you need to learn how to make bread instead of just taking it from someone. I say learn to make cheesecake and eat it. Eat it all... or share it.

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

Made steamed italian fish fillet for dinner. Really easy. You can use any white fish you have in the house. I had to make do with dory.

Get some foil and make a small wall around the fish to keep the sauce inside. Season it with olive oil, salt and pepper, italian seasoning, some fresh lemon and of course butter... :) Cover the foil and let it steam. Small fish like this would probably only take around 15-20 minutes in the steamer.

But alas, I think my mood really does affect what I cook. It's good... but it's not great. Or maybe it just ruins my appetite...

Blah.

Enjoy nevertheless.

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

You know you did a good dish if you still have leftovers and you still want to eat it the next day... or a couple of days after that. 

I made pasta margherita the other day and as I was scouring for something to snack on (since I finally woke up from yesterday...) I saw my leftover sauce. I figured what the hell, make pizza margherita!

Butter some wheat bread, place the sauce and mozzarella on top. Toast it!

It's good to cook and eat again... well, at least while i'm cooking my steamed italian fish fillet for dinner... :D

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

My own version of eggs benedict.

Butter, butter, butter. God bless the soul of whoever invented butter. :)

Toast some wheat bread on a teflon pan with butter. Once one side is done, flip it over and crack open an egg and place it on top. In this one I used quail eggs cause they're so darn cute. Season with salt and pepper and some parmesan cheese. God bless the soul of whoever invented cheese as well. 

Cover the pan so the heat can cook the egg on top. Now this is when it gets tricky. If you're like my dad who likes their eggs malasado, just let the egg cook on top while keeping the lid on. Try cooking it with a glass cover so you won't get praning and keep on opening the lid. (Shame on you... ) However, if you're like me who wants it over easy (which is very similar to how I want to end any kind of relationship...), you gotta flip the bread again to cook the yolk. Easy right? No. Stop kidding yourself. It's not.

It's the concept of meeting halfway. As you flip the bread tilt the pan as well so you won't make too much of a mess and ruin your breakfast. Have some respect. You just aborted a quail. 

Once you're ok with your egg and your toast, place it on a plate, put some cheddar cheese and some fresh basil. You can sprinkle on more parmesan cheese and drizzle some lemon if you want some zest... 

Enjoy it. Savor it. Love it... :D

Good Morning!

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

oops.

Oops. I opened a bottle without looking at the label. I opened the Mondavi by accident.

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

Two dishes for tonight... 

1. Pasta Margherita (using Rigatoni)

- Slowly cook your regular basil and tomato pasta sauce with red wine and serve with mozarella and parmesan. You can cook it with any type of pasta, but preferably rigatoni or penne. It just so happens that I love rigatoni... I really do. It's crazy. 

2. Sauteed shrimp with butter, garlic and peppers

- Make sure the shrimps are pat dry before sauteing it in butter and garlic. Add cubed bell peppers and don't forget to season it with salt and pepper. I prefer to eat it on toasted bread. Im sosi like that.

And of course don't forget your white wine and make sure you enjoy it with people you love. :)

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

Will cook 1 new dish everyday for the next 14 days. It's a personal experiment-- "Cooking for Therapy". Thank you Julie & Julia. 




- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

It's usually every "ber" months that I see this scenario. Kids on the road, knocking on your window begging for money. Different from those selling sampaguitas on the street. A young mom, carrying her baby with a sorry face asking for help to feed her baby.

The next year you see the same mom, carrying a different baby. All of a sudden, you see the same baby from the year before and she's grown enough to be doing the knocking on your window.

You wait after a couple more years, and a couple more after that. Then you see the same young mom on the street, pregnant once again, carrying her new born baby, with all her other kids knocking on everyone's car window including your own. Then you ask yourself, is the bill really that bad?

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.