Day 298: A Taste

Make this moment last forever, steal it - A Taste (The Lalala Song) by Sofia J.

I was craving for a taste of good old taho today.  I needed something sweet to amp my sugar rush.

Day 294: The Baker's Hat

My favorite fro-yo flavor from White Hat.

I spent time over breakfast and ice cream with a friend.  I love old comforts.  I'm not very fond of change.  I accept it, but I'm not really fond of it.  Knowing there are certain things that are constant makes you value them so much more.  Like old friends, conversations, and the flavor of frozen delights.  I appreciate these things as they make me feel less Crazier (Taylor Swift).

Day 277: Siomai Dinner

On the way home, I found a Siomao House stall.  The place is also open 24/7.  Fantastic!

Day 241: Leftover

I did not put effort in this photo.  Got home too tired to think.  So, here goes the cookies that goes with my milk.  Yep, I do not always drink wine.  Sometimes, milk does it for me.

Day 201: Chips

Snacking on potato chips.  I have no concept of a healthy diet.  Bah!

Day 184: Smoked Salmon

After indulging in malls for the last week or so, I decided to stay in and avoid the malls so as to save my bank account.  I've been quite productive.  In between doing my laundry and cleaning the apartment, I had smoked salmon and some fruit.  It sounds like a diet meal, but it isn't.  I like smoked salmon.  I can finish off about a quarter of a kilo of it on my own.  Which is what I did.  Plus, I had ice cream for dessert.  So, no.  I'm not on a diet.

Day 174: A Little Comfort

Champorado from Tsoko Nut Batirol.  This weather could use a little comfort food.

I love this week's theme so much, I wanted to take as much photos in black and white as I could.  Hence, my third photo in grayscale this week.

Speaking of comfort, I was thinking about what movies I'd like to revisit and watch again in this weather.  The rain reminded me of one of my favorite films, The Classic, with it's very charming rain scene.

Day 115: Simmer & Boil Over

I'm cooking.  I'm. Cooking.  I'm actually cooking.  Good Lord!

If you've been reading my posts, you should have been able to figure out that I'm not exactly the domesticated type.  I did not own a stove for several years, and even when I was staying at my parent's home, I never actively sought to be near it.  I love food, but I prefer to eat it than create it.  I sometimes think that cooking takes the joy out of eating.  You slave yourself over a stove, basking in the aroma of your dish that by the time you're done you're either too tired to feed or too full from the scent of food.  What's also curious, is that I was born in a family where it's the men who cook.  The women cook sometimes, but it's primarily the men who uses the kitchen.  They cook very well, too.  An uncle, whose family I visit very rarely, would cook me one of my favorite dishes whenever I stay over, Ginataang Alimasag sa Kalabasa.  It was always so divine!

I'm like my mother, on the other hand.  My mother does not cook.  There's a difference between not doing and not knowing, though.  It's just not an activity we enjoy doing all the time.  The funny thing is, my mother has a complete kitchen set.  When they came over to visit a couple of weeks ago, she bought me the electric stove out of pity, and asked my cousins to bring the pots to my apartment.  I ignored it for a couple of weeks,  until I got sick and needed the stove to prepare my chicken noodles (When you're sick, it's imperative to have chicken noodles).  Now that I'm feeling better, I can choose to ignore it again.  However, I saw an instant champorado mix sold at the store on the way home.  So, here I am eating my champorado and thinking I'm beginning to take baby steps to getting domesticated.  God forbid.

Day 90: Silenzio

Wall ornament at Apartment 1B.  They weren't kidding when they claimed to have gourmet comfort food.  I found the place really cozy and quiet.  Now, if only they had wine on the drink list...

So, Raise Your Glass (Pink)

Day 41: Year of the Rabbit

I did not get to take any picture specific for the Chinese New Year that passed.  There were days when I would take a picture, but it was either too early, too late, or too poorly taken.  I guess, this is me compensating.  It was a wonder getting Yan Yan today.  I miss the food from my childhood.

There was a fascinating thought that crossed my mind today.  Now that I'm all grown up, I seem to prefer doing things I enjoyed when I was younger than the things I've always thought would be cooler to do as an adult.  I often say that I'll always be half-eight years old.  There's a part of me that didn't grow up.  It got stuck in 1992.  Every now and then it comes out and reminds me she's so much more cooler doing her ABC than me dealing with a moody printer.

Day 9: Comfort Food

Champorado is one of my favorite comfort food. I crave for it whenever the weather's cold, just like Sunday was. I ended up having Tapa King deliver champorado to my doorstep.

The best champorado I've tried was from Max Brenner. Unfortunately, they stopped serving it for some unknown reason. I went there with my sister last month and the lady I ordered from looked very weirdly at me when I asked for champorado. You know what it feels like when you look forward to tasting something and finding out you never can anymore? It was frustrating. I think I spent several days after bugging my friends about my craving. I finally got my champorado fill at Tapa King before the end of the week. And they deliver! Don't that beat all!

Staying in music: Feeling Good - Rebecca Ferguson