The Construct

For the good part of the month, I’ve been eating nothing but canned fish (assorted Century Tuna) and as with anyone who has eaten just those for a span of time, anything will be a welcome change of pace. Kind of ironic since, living in Teacher’s Village gave me access to the whole stretch of Maginhawa St. where one can find all sorts of small restaurants and various eateries. There’s even the if-all-else-fails Mini Stop.

Among the restaurants along Maginhawa, only a few merit my taste bud and budget’s approval are Cocina Juan, Tomato Kick (for the beers), and before they were that dugyot, Friuli. House of Runes is okay though I’ve only been there once and Good Burger have some pretty nice meats in buns. Nice places to eat (or get wasted in) once in a while.

However, I always love lutong bahay-style cooking. Our mother was one hell of a cook in her day so we grew up a bit spoiled in terms of quality of food when budget permitted it. My sister and I grew up to be quite handy in the kitchen but we just don’t have enough time to labor in the kitchen to get a good meal. Hence, quite recently, the cans of Century Tuna neatly stacked on the cupboards.
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Kung Hei Fat Choi, everyone!

I don’t have Chinese blood but I love Chinese food. And since it’s Chinese New Year, everyone’s got an extra stock of tikoy or nian gao. Yum!

Anyway, here are some tasty tikoy recipes to get some variety out of your everyday tikoy.

Ang tikoy masarap!

I’m too tied up with work recently that I can’t seem to write something at length, so following would be my two cents worth regarding a few topics.

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Aaah. Sweet October nearly gone. Oktoberfest dusk is nigh. The kegs of San Miguel downed and boxes of paracetamol and ibuprofen chewed the mornings-after. And perhaps the occasional shrieks of horror from waking up in some other person’s bedroom. Or some toilet cubicle.

I never get to enjoy Oktoberfests. For one, I never was a big fan of beer or liquor in general. While friends were chugging fermented malt and hops and gin blossoms, and whatnot down their throats, I was the one sipping iced tea. I always have volunteered to be the designated driver mainly because I knew I’d rather have tea in my bladder than some 90 proof vodka eat my liver out.

Well, not to be hypocritical I got drunk twice or so but at least I only got to be piss-headed with friends not in public. I just don’t get the point of throwing up mixes of alcohol and digestive fluids for everyone to see. And hurled puke (pronounced “pyook” not the Tagalog for…) is not a pretty sight.

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Short post, just before hitting the sack.

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