The Long Weekend was all about the end of fast for our Muslim countrymen and the commemoration of the death (assassination) of a well loved hero, Ninoy Aquino. Added news before lunch was… Continue reading
For the past month, I hand-churned my ice cream. By that, I mean I took a fork into the beautiful softly frozen mess of sweetness every thirty minutes for six hours. I… Continue reading
This Kitchen grew dark. The Rains fell hard. For days, we thought the sun would not come again. But today, we were able to go out for provisions. Not for us. We… Continue reading
Flowers in the Sagada cold are stronger. They push out their lips and are totally petulant. Take this lush Bougainvillea. In Manila, it would not be this passionately alive. Cold, tangy, perfect.… Continue reading
This ice cream tastes like a scene through a wooden capiz window and feels like waiting. Dark tablea in all its smooth and grainy moods is spiked with shards of amber honeycomb. This… Continue reading
Guimaras‘ blue skies had these powerful white clouds. Angel’s feathers rippled through the horizon. Blue ocean, blue sky, angel’s feathers. (You must be up there too, my love.) Thank God for the Trappist… Continue reading
Guimaras Avocado Ice Cream between my childhood cookie of choice. The sweet white cookie and rich avocado ice cream is an experience in flavour and texture. I had always never liked the unappealing… Continue reading
