Day 153: Mint in Chocolate

After dinner at Kanin Club, a friend and I went to Caramia for some gelato.  I got my usual favorite, Mint Chocolate.  

Dinner at Kanin Club was interesting.  Their Crispy Dinuguan wasn't as crispy as I remembered it.  Neither is their Aligue Rice as rich as I knew it was.  A funny incident is, I survived eating lechon last weekend, without a hitch, but I lost a bracket eating Crispy Dinuguan.  Ah well, my adjustment's not that far ahead, anyway.

Day 70: Bean & Stick Stories

Another Ayala Triangle story.  Another four-hour long breakfast.  This is the coffee machine at the counter in Banapple.  I went back with another set of friends and loved it all over again.  I swear, I'm so stuffed, I feel like a tomato on toothpicks. 

This is probably not good.  Sure, I've always wanted to gain more than two plies of tissue, but I had hoped they would be in the right places.  Well, so much for hoping.  Pft.  I remember eating lunch the other day and stopping halfway through because I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore.  I may be taking this love for food one step too far.   I mean, my arms and legs still look like mangly sticks, it's just my tummy that's getting bigger.  If you grease me up, I could probably pass as a malnourished kid in some remote region.  Thing is, I cannot avoid food.  I love it too much to let go.  Maybe, this is nature's way of telling me to get off my butt and workout.

Hmm...  So, what kind of workout can I actually do?  *Google mode*  In the meantime, a slice of Cadbury Old Gold Oreo Cheesecake please. :)

Day 63: Eating Like the French

A friend told me once that I eat like the French.  This made me curious, since I don't really have any idea how the French eats.  So, I asked and found out that the French eats slowly and savors their food.  Apparently, I do eat like the French.  I love food, you see.  I love to enjoy it.  It feels like wasting food if you eat something and not savor it.  That's why I have always been a slow eater.  I've always been known to spend my entire lunch hour doing just that - lunching.  Eating and drinking is experiential, for me.  I do not even strive to become a food critic.  I mean, I think that salted french fries are one of the most divine things created.  What does that tell you?  You don't really have a food connoisseur here.  There hardly seems to be any bad food for me, to be honest.  Sure, I don't really like green, leafy vegetables.  They make me feel like a horse.  I will eat them, however, if they enhance the flavor of my meal.  Same thought on wine and other beverage.  I like picking out the ones that will make food taste better.

We all have the sense of taste.  I have never really heard of anyone having a taste handicap.  Maybe that's just God's way of saying you all deserve to enjoy your food.