Being a housewife or a “houseband” is a job, whether or not others would acknowledge it. Most full-time homemakers feel unappreciated, unrecognised, or feel judged because of this choice. But we should also acknowledge the reasons why this setup is a privilege on its own. Continue reading “Being a Housewife is a Privilege”
We moved to Melbourne.
I skipped two months of blogging because 1) we got our visas, and 2) my husband got a job offer in just a week after. We had six weeks to pack up our life in the Philippines–our 30-something years’ worth of ‘life’.
On my bucket list, an item reads: Live in a different country for at least a year. I’ve crossed it off before thinking living in a hotel in Seoul for three years would count, even though I get another room on a different floor every time I come back exhausted from a flight.
Six weeks was barely enough time to get excited. In fact, I think we didn’t get excited until we’re at the airport. My slightly OC mental task list was legit on a roll from the moment the alarm goes off. I had a Google spreadsheet of the tasks categorised and organised per week! (Trying to get used to spelling in Australian English, ICYDN.)
It’s now been a month since we left Manila, and we’ve just moved to our own apartment. (Nobody told me it was too tedious to do that here!) We’re happily surviving winter, and of course I am too eager to complete my small kitchen for my next kitchen adventures. It’s time to learn how to be less Asian now (in terms of cooking) and make do with what is more common in the market.
Excuse me while I resume cutting cardboard boxes so it could fit the recycling bins.
It’s Earth day today. And while I haven’t been writing much on the blog lately, I think it’s time to start my delayed posts about Earth Love. I’m dedicating a category for this.
If you don’t know, or you don’t see my earth- plastic-free- related posts on instagram, I’m also an advocate of a plastic-free life, and I encourage refusing single use plastics. While I’m not yet at the 100% of a zero-waste life, I’m working on it. My journey towards minimalism has enabled me (us) to focus more on what matters to ourselves, our values.
One thing I know: I hate litter. But regardless if I throw my garbage into proper disposals, the world still gets polluted by the minute. In this short post, I share how I became plastic-conscious. Continue reading “Becoming Plastic-Conscious”
Did you know that the famous Filipino term tapsi / tapsilog pertaining to tapa+ sinangag+ itlog was coined by GoodAh!!!? (Tapsilog is cured meat+fried rice+egg.)
Nostalgia hits (at least anybody around my age or older) when you see GoodAh!!!. I remember when I was younger and way too eager to learn how to swim, our parents would take us to Celebrity Sports Plaza in Quezon City, and that swim sesh was always followed by a ‘refueling’ meal at GoodAh!!! (Gosh those three exclamation points, though!)
If there was anything it was good at besides their tapsilog, it was marketing. Almost anyone who’s ever been to GoodAh!!! will remember it is “Open 25 hours,” and that they serve food that is “Good for every-all.” These lines, these double-take worthy lines. Continue reading “GoodAh!!!”
Despite numerous coffee shops sprouting at almost every other corner in Manila, most of the time my palate is unsatisfied. I still prefer coffee we make in the morning, usually drip, sometimes aero-pressed. Coffee for me is not sour, as with most blonde roasted cups served in a lot of third-wave coffee shops nowadays.
When Toby’s Estate launched in the Philippines, I honestly pre-judged it as something like Starbucks or CBTL – you know, places where people don’t actually enjoy just plain coffee. The concoctions mattered more than the coffee itself. One evening, we were walking down the High Street area and thought we could sit down and read our books. We decided to try the Toby’s Estate branch at Shangri-La the Fort. Continue reading “Toby’s Estate Philippines”
One weekend, we were at my parents’ house in Navotas for Sunday lunch. My kuya (elder brother) kept talking about this new place they’ve ‘discovered’ in BF Homes, Paranaque.
The story goes that he saw a sign that said POUTINE and a delivery motorcycle outside an establishment. The small letters under the sign said FRIES • GRAVY • CHEESE.
“Outside, it looked like a meat shop,” he said of the unassuming, underwhelming place, and thought that maybe they’re a supplier of pre-cut fries, frozen gravy, and some cheese. Oh bless his heart, he had no idea what poutine was! Continue reading “Poutine PH Review”
Growing up, my mom’s only slow cooker recipe was Korean beef stew. It was sweet and there are cute sesame seeds floating on top. Falling off the bones tender, it was always a hit among my siblings and I.
Then in 2006, I went to Korea to become a flight attendant, knowing only one dish I could probably survive with. In a few weeks of training, I tried to learn the language to the best of my ability (well, I know how to read the characters) because it’s quite difficult to go out and just make assumptions about the food. I tracked down the beef stew which translated to 갈비찜 (gal-bi-jjim), but it was nowhere near what my mom cooked.
After a year with the airline–my tolerance for spicy food has become significantly higher–my parents were then eligible for free tickets. They decided to go to the US, but along the way–as any [Filipino] parent would–they planned to stop by Seoul for a few days and see what my overseas life was like.
Spicy food being unpopular in our household, I warned my parents that almost everything was spicy (except if they end up at an Italian restaurant or a bakery). My mom said, “Well, just tell me where to get Korean beef stew and I’ll be fine.” Continue reading “My Filipino-Style Korean Beef Stew”
If you’re ever in BGC Crossroads (the building where the drive-thru Starbucks is at on 32nd Street), Chihuahua Mexican is on its second floor, tucked at the farthest corner. It’s been there a while now. However, it wasn’t a popular after-office drinks place before as most officemates would comment that the beers were expensive.
I’ve only tried Chihuahua Mexican once, at the Central Square cinema level, for quesadilla which I thought was quite expensive, but really good. A few weeks (months?) ago, I saw that the restaurant painted a huge-ass sign “HOPPY HOUR Beers @ P35.” Guess they’ve realized that it’s really the pain point? Continue reading “Chihuahua Mexican Grill Review”