My boyfriend and I are in the middle of our big move. We’ve made the journey cross country, and right now, we’re staying at my brother’s house in the Bay Area until we find a place of our own. After leaving New Jersey, my boyfriend and I took the opportunity to discover local eateries and…
Muffins… a deadly sugar and butter combo disguised as an acceptable “breakfast” item. Whatever, we’re American, and — how does the phrase go? Everything in moderation, right? The high butter content and high sugar content mixed with real bananas make for a scrumptious marriage. Next time you want to present a special someone with baked…
Beefsteak is one of the first recipes I ever learned how to cook. In an effort to bring some life back into our kitchen after my mom passed away, I was determined to learn some of our household’s favorite Filipino dishes from “the experts” — my mom’s mom and mom’s aunt, of course. The summer…
Quaker Oats has the most perfect recipe for oatmeal raisin cookies. I used to make it regularly for parties, gifts, picnics, or just when my sweet tooth was craving it. The thing is, it requires two sticks of butter and a cup and a half of sugar. On newer packaging of Quaker Oats, they even…
Giniling, like many other Filipino dishes, is not the prettiest in presentation. If done correctly, however, it has the perfect salty and slightly sweet flavor. Giniling is one of the first dishes I ever learned how to cook. My kuya (eldest brother) learned the recipe from our mom, and he passed it down to…
When I told my tita (aunt) that my boyfriend and I were coming to visit her and her family at the their home in Amherst, Massachusetts, she hilariously asked, “You guys aren’t vegetarian, are you? 😦” I assured her we most definitely weren’t, and in case we decided to cook for their family, I asked her if…
Upon returning from Paris, I had been dreaming about making crepes for breakfast. The funny thing about crepes is that they’re a total tourist gimmick. Street vendors and restaurants in Western Europe may serve sweet crepes (crepes sucrees), but according to a restaurant owner I met in Roma, no locals eat them; they’re too fattening.…
