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Food · Memoirs of a Mummy

Chicharon, Cassava Cake, Champorado ATBP.

There are  gazillion things that I am thankful for. One of them is Aki’s renewed appetite. Because he is eating more now, he is not getting sick as often as he used to.

We had him take Mosegor after our staycation in Asian hospital. I was expecting that he will be back to his picky ways after he finished the bottle, but no. It is been almost two months since his last taste of appetite stimulant but he is still eating everything that comes his way. He is still picky at  times but most often than not, he eats and eats and eats.

Lately, I noticed that he has been showing interest in native treats that he would even  not look at before. He loves his..

Paborita. Growing up in Bayog, I loved munching on these.

Chicharon/Pork Rind


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Memoirs of a Mummy

Divi Realization

About two weekends ago, I found myself waiting for the train headed to Divisoria at 7AM. This was 6 hours after I came from work. What I like about myself is that when I want to do something, I really do it. Well, at least most of the time. That morning, actually since the night before, I had this nagging desire to go to Divisoria and buy cloths for the pillows of my sofa. Ate Dorina washed the pillow case and they shrunk! Grrrr! What i have aren’t ordinary sized pillows so pillow cases are not available in the mall.

So, even if I was in dire need of sleep, I woke up at 6AM and headed to Divi. I told myself that I need to be back by 12noon. When I arrived at the terminal, the train just left. I had to wait for another 30 minutes. When the train finally came, the terminal was already jampacked with eager passengers. It was so crowded inside the coach that there was no need anymore to hold on to the rails.

But even if that was probably the most crowded train ride ever, the trip made me realize that it really is great to be a Filipino. Most of us, passengers, probably wished that we stayed in bed. I am sure none of us liked having the hair of the passenger in front of us touching our faces. You know what? More than 4 times, I tried to look around, found someone looking back, lifted one shoulder, exchanged smiles (or sometimes one sided smiles) as if to say “oh well.. I think it is funny that despite being sleepy, we are all here like  a can of sardines. Have a great day!” I knew silently we were saying whoooo in our heads whenever  we all swayed as one to left and right. What I am trying to say is that I think it is great the Filipinos can find something amusing and inspiring in the worst conditions.

Aki, this is for you. I hope these pictures move you. I am hoping when you are old enough to read, there won’t be similar images  because we no longer have a flood problem in Manila. I hope you remember that typhoons, monsoon rains and flood come and go but the Filipino spirit is water proof Continue reading “Divi Realization”

Food · Good Buy · Memoirs of a Mummy · Mrs. Monologues

Fun Food Finds @ MHC

Remember our Sunday grocery-lugaw  bonding? Well that has been replaced. Ate Dorina has been showing much enthusiasm in doing the groceries so I let her shop in the Bicutan Public Market every Sunday.  Since we don’t do the grocery anymore,  we also don’t eat lugaw every week. Instead, our new routine is to attend mass in Mary Help of Christians Parish here in Better Living and proceed to the multi-purpose hall where we enjoy these yummy goodies.

Fresh Passion Fruit Juice . Fifteen pesos only for the smallest cup and PhP 25 for the biggest.

The couple also sells authentic Taiwanese  dishes

Turon for Aki

Native kakanins. Aki and I love the cassava and bibingka

Pasta from Good Eats. There are three tables that sell pasta. We always buy from Monica. Her table is the farthest from the entrance.

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Food · Mrs. Monologues

Kinilaw(kilawin) na Cream Dory

I read somewhere that when the first Spaniards came to the Philippines some 500 years ago, one of the things that they noted was that the yet-to-be-colonized Filipinos were savages. This is because our ancestors ate uncooked meat. The “uncooked meat” that they were referring to, according to the book that I read, is actually our kinilaw. Fish or seafood is soaked in vinegar and the chemicals of the vinegar cooks the meat. No heat involved.

Here is an easy oil-free recipe that I got from my mother-in-law. Franco says this kinilaw na cream dory would pair well with beer.

1 cream dory fillet, cut into bite-size menudo-like cubes

3 pieces kalamansi

3/4 cup white vinegar

2 garlic cloves, chopped

1 red onion,  chopped finely

ginger, chopped finely

1 red or green bell pepper, chopped

1 siling pan-sigang (finger chili), cut



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Learning Through Play · Memoirs of a Mummy

Old School Fun

The simplest and not to mention, cost-free, things indeed bring out the biggest smiles and cutest giggles.

Do you remember doing the Oishi every time someone asks for a high five?

How about playing sawsaw suka? Aki and I made a twist to this classic Pinoy game. Instead of saying “mahuli taya” at the end, we change the last word.  Taya has become window, dog, stairs etc. Aki thinks it is sooo funny!

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My Name is Vahwn Tooom-poh

Aki has a new name for himself. For two months now, he has been declaring to the world that his name is Ati Benten or Benten Ati. For a week or two, he started calling himself  Vahwn Toompoo as in brown trumpo/top. His fascination with tops has been going on for a weeks. Bayblades might be the in thing now but in our house and in my mom’s, this old school top, the latest addition to Aki’s collection of traditional Filipino toys, tops our list of favorite toys.

Unfortunately for Aki, only his Lolo Toto knows how to play the toompoh. Franco has his chamba moments but he still needs to brush on his trumpo skills.

At first only Aki was interested in watching Lolo Toto play

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Memoirs of a Mummy · Photoshoots

Filipino Traditional Toys Collection

Here is a super delayed post. I think I need to post this first before I blog about Aki’s toompoh obsession.

Presenting… Aki’s Pinoy Toys Collection.

Unlike Benten and Power Ranger toys, these old school toys aren’t easy to find.

I got this from Dapitan Arcade

My mother-in-law bought this clay cooking set from one of the stalls in the sidera during the Tanay town fiesta last year

Manang made this sipa for Aki the night before she went home. This was her last gift to her alaga. We miss her everyday

I asked my officemate Annie to buy this wooden snake  for Aki when she went to Baguio

I bought this hay piggie  in Lucban during the Pahiyas festival back in ’04.

My in-laws bought this classic paper mache rocking horse  from the Antipolo market.  We also have a rattan horsie which we got from one of the roadside stores in Pansol, Calamba.

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Memoirs of a Mummy

Raising a Bilingual

Even when Jaguar Paw was still inside my tummy, dear hubby and I already had a debate on what language will we expose Aki to. I am an advocate of culture preservation so speaking in Filipino was my bet. Nowadays, I see a lot of kids having a hard time speaking in Filipino. If the kids now are having a hard time speaking, reading, understanding and appreciating our native language, what can we expect from the generations after them? If the kids these days have tutors for Filipino, three generations from now, Filipino might just be a special elective in college. Some may argue that being fluent in English gives one the competitive edge in the corporate and in the real world. That is true. It is, however, also true that many of us, hubby and I for example, grew up speaking in Filipino, learned English in school and now work in American companies where English is the primary language. One more thing, I think there are more role models for the English language. We hear English being spoken in TV shows and movies all the time but there are very few local shows where proper Filipino and not Taglish is used as the medium. Another argument is that if we leave it to the helpers to teach Aki the national language, what message will that send to Aki? No offense to the yayas but for our case, I want Aki to learn the Filipino language from us, his parents. If we don’t show him that learning the Filipino language is  important, how can we make him appreciate Filipino music and literature? Lastly, Franco and I speak in Filipino all the time. It would be unnatural if we change how we normally speak when Aki is around.

On the other side of the ring was my husband who wanted his son to learn the English language first. Franco’s stand on raising an English spokening dollar son was not as passionate as mine. He wanted us to speak with Aki in English so he, my hubby, can practice his English. Hehe.

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