Unfriend

I like to think (think being the operative word) I am a kind person to my friends and relatives. I always try to there for them. Whether they need a sympathetic ear, shoulder to cry on, advice regarding personal matters or just wanna have someone to hang out with. As for requests and in times of need, I even try to anticipate it — I give it to them (if possible) even before they ask.

So when the position are reversed and it’s my turn to ask for a favor, it saddens me and sometimes hurt when they turn me down for some flimsy excuse. Or even when they acquiesce but you know they are doing it with a heavy heart. Worse, is when they are just being nice to me because they need something from me (they give the term user-friendly a whole new different meaning).

But I can tolerate those. I do things for them not because I expect the same things in return. I do it because I want to.

But one thing I won’t stand for is when they hurl hurtful invectives at me like I’m someone without any feelings. When they trample on me like I’m some mat they can wipe their dirty shoes on. It is just not right. I don’t expect a lot but I do expect them to be at least decent to me — respect me. I won’t stand for verbal abuse — specially those without even an ounce of truth.

And when all things have been said and done, they don’t even have the decency to apologize. They act as if nothing happened and expect things to be as it was before. Yeah right, like that’s gonna happen. No, I won’t get even — I won’t stoop down to your level. I’ll let karma do the job. But you’re certaintly off my Christmas list and if I had a facebook account, the term “unfriend” comes to mind.

Natural Progression

First, I was into cooking my special viands.

Then came baking my sweet goodies.

Now it’s mixing cocktails and shooters.

Chef. Baker. Bartender.

What’s next? =o)

Just won’t

Order me and I won’t follow

Ask me and I won’t answer

Tell me and I won’t react

Just let me be and we’ll see….

Baker’s dozen

Oatmeal Cookies, Panna Cotta, Choco-chip Cookies, Chocolate Truffles, Butterscotch, Raisin Cookies, Mango Bars, Oreo Cheesecake, Cashew Cookies, Banana Muffin, Food for the Gods, Fudge Brownies, Revel Bars….

Apparently, I’m better in concocting these sinfully sweet goodies than cooking viands. At least with these foodies, I know when it’s edible enough to eat. hehehe…. No, I’m not gonna abandon cooking my special entrees but I love baking these morsels.

Since I finally mustered enough courage to share my creations to my friends (yes, some of them still can’t believe I did them), I’ve been getting better reviews to the point that they requested for orders. Sorry but baking for me is a stress buster (outlet). Accepting orders would just be putting pressure to it.

I’m eating one of my chocolate chip banana muffins while writing this. Want some? =o)

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?