Chef Asereth

It’s official the cooking bug has bitten me again.

For the past couple of weeks I’ve been cooking for my family and whatnots during weekends. Nothing ostentatious but modesty aside quite scrumptious. So much so that apparently, now they expect me do it regularly. For someone who is undomesticated like me, I can’t help but be proud. =o)

But of course, our helper in the house assists me during my foray in the kitchen. She cleans up after me — you should the mess I make afterwards….hehehe.. But most importantly, she tells when my viand is already cooked. For the life of me, I really can’t tell when the meat, fish or veggies are already edible enough to eat. This part of the (cooking) science really eludes me. Toink!

Even though I’ve had my hits and misses, I do have my “bestsellers”. There’s my steamed asparagus wrapped in bacon (much requested); grilled steak (how can you go wrong with that?); parmesan-crusted dory (quoting my sister: “sarap papakin“); garlic tilapia (light but tasty); tuna pesto pasta (all-time fave) and my beef broccoli mushroom in oyster sauce (which is quite delectable if I do say so myself).

My mom has been prodding me to cook something mainstream like adobo or sinigang but where’s the fun in that? Instead, I’m taking up the challenge someone presented me: to cook —-something I cannot taste or eat — shrimp! (I’m allergic). Hmmm….. Do I cook nilasing na hipon, garlic buttered shrimp, chili shrimp or just plain tempura? Watyatink, Bubba?

If I were a boy…

A guy told me :

You’re different. For a girl, you tackle problems and issues like a man.

Was that an insult or a compliment? By off-chance that it was something positive on my personality, was he saying us girls handle our troubles ineptly? And if ever that was to be perceived in a negative light, was he implying that I’m a b?tch?

Hmmm…. 

it’s baaack….

A quantitative defeciency of the hemoglobin, often accompanied by a reduced number of red blood cells and causing pallor, weakness and breathlessness =o(

Rainbow Colors

Red and yellow and pink and green…. purple and orange and blue… I can see the rainbow, see the rainbow, see the rainbow too..

It’s election day and I’ve done my civic duty early this morning.

In the end, after much thought and weighing, I shaded the circle beside Gray’s name. I’ll still hate it with gusto if Black or Fuchsia becomes the next leader of our country but win or lose I still have to do what I think is right. And who knows, Gray might be a dark horse.

Stressed Out

My invites for the day :

• A wedding
• A baptism
• A birthday party
• A family gathering
• A night out

Guess how many I attended? None. Yup, you read it right  — nada, zero, zilch. No, I didn’t become a social recluse. I just had to prioritize. The whole morning I was asleep catching up on my ZZZzzzzzs…. The whole afternoon til later this evening I was in the office working. Crap. I’m such a loser. For past couple of weeks,  work has been hectic but manageable. Now, it is downright toxic and oh so stressful. Words like burnout, cloning and career change are now popping into my head. I wish I could rant my ass off here but my paranoia just won’t let me (who knows who might be reading this).