SONA 2011 (So what now?)

There's way too much fuss about Noynoy's SONA... Do your part in nationbuilding instead. Ask yourself what you have done to affect change in society.

Do not complain too much if you are only willing to give so little for this country. 

Do something. Talk less. Get busy.

 

What made my day.

'THE' Manny O liked what I cooked yesterday!!!

Yahoo!!!

I can see stars and hearts <3 <3 <3

Sunday is the new Monday

After days of cooking ribs and crabs and doing deliveries, and making new friends in between, I am just about to be down with something.

I have a nagging migraine on the left hemisphere of my head, stuffy nose, and a sharp back pain.

These are the things I have to get used to. Sunday is the day when people love to eat with the family, and more and more people seem to be liking my rib barbecue. I hate saying no to any order as much I I hate bad customer service. So I will be patient...

People always ask me about the rib and barbecue sauce recipe. I tell them I invented it. Yes, I did my research, and yes I studied other recipes. And voila, after months of testing, and several pounds later, I came up with an invention hahaha!

I did not study in a culinary school but have always loved cooking. I do not think I am as adept in the technicalities of culinary art as others. I can say I am good at breaking down a flavor into its components. In short, I can taste what is inside something in more detail than most people can. And having such ability or talent if you can call it one, it is easier for me to create a certain flavor or taste or aroma in food.

My technique involves the layering of flavors. My barbecue sauce is an experience that takes you to these layers of flavors: sweet - sour - tangy - smoky - and a mild lingering pepper warmth. So why did I make it this way? Because I like it this way. I am a biased cook. I please myself first. I never intended to sell anything anyway. But since now that I do, yes, I have made some adjustments here and there especially when it comes to heat and spiciness.

I am inspired by the robustness of the flavors of Indian food, the zing of Thai food, and the variety of Filipino food. Ahhh, I cannot describe everything, because there are just too many... too many food, too many words. Do not get me wrong, I do not claim to be an expert... But I will work on it :)

Barbecued ribs are famous in the USA. But no one knows for sure if barbecue originated there. Anyway, with barbecue being all American (like cowboys, burger joints and diners), I became curious of traditional American food. I started experimenting with pulled pork barbecue, philly cheese steak sandwiches, onion burgers, and other stuff.


My goal is to make these American favorites a little bit more healthier and a tad less sinful. I think that is quite challenging to do, right? I agree. But I also believe that it is useless to make goals that are so easy. When goals are too easy, they should just be called tasks, and not goals.

My other goal is to open a take out counter for the barbecued ribs. It's going to have a vintage American diner feel to it. Oh, I am beyond excited...

I remember wanting to eat good (or great?) barbecued ribs late last year. And then I found myself, making one for myself. And then, Hans and I gave it to friends for Christmas. And then, we slowly got orders in trickles. And then, Meg wrote about it in Cebu Daily News. And now, I am swamped with orders and have a painful back, and a migraine to complete the deal.

Actually, one incident led me to this one being a serious endeavor...

It was after I heard someone (whom I trust to know real good food) say, 'Your ribs taste like the really good ones in Memphis'

It was all I needed to hear.

No accidents

There are no accidents, especially about meeting seemingly random people.

Yesterday, I realized that no matter how much I do not care to be liked with much effort, I do care about what people perceive me to be. I am a working woman and I have to be credible in my chosen profession.

Credibility is being with the right skills, being trustworthy, being an expert in the chosen field who embodies humility in the belief that one can never stop learning, that one can always be better. Credibility is also largely about integrity. Credibility is built by personal history.

History is never without controversies and anomalies. And that being said, I categorize your presence in my life, and the things you have done - useless anomalies.

Without it, my history would have been quite boring. Without it, I would not have tried lashing out harsh words in here. Freedom of speech without responsibility is nothing but yakking, really. You are good at that. Freedom of speech should not be mistaken for truthful eloquence. Do not pretend. (Do you know practice and practise? Hahaha!)

Anyway, thank you for making me realize how much time you have spent on me (although your research efforts were really bad). That made me realize how I am so blessed to be busy. And since somehow, you made it into my personal space this time, congratulations.

I do not believe that you are an accidental anomaly.

You are the best reminder to me, that no matter what ups and downs I go through everyday, I am way ahead of my time, and even yours. As long as I get up everyday and make the most out of my time doing good in what I do good, I will be fine.

You remain to be the greatest example of what NOT to be.

Thank you.

Dear Lie

Dear Lie,

Today I discovered so many things that came from your mouth from one of your good friends. If friends can say such things about you, it is then so easy to be your enemy. As much as I tried to ignore you, (because I really do not have any business with you anyway), your person reeks like a five year old compost pit.

Today I validated some of the things that I long heard of. You speak too much. Fortunately, people are not as ignorant as you are. You claim to be in the know of so many 'in' things, in fact you have these things, yet you cringe at the thought of buying a P1000 pair of jeans for your child. A super mom is never a selfish mom. So don't claim to be one.

You think that I am this evil bitch. Hey, it's the mirror you are looking at. Wake up! Look at you, it is you who depend on people for so many things. You have all the time in the world to bitch about so many useless things. I pray that you get a decent job so that you will not have the time to tell your friends lies about me being an irresponsible PARTY girl. If I have a social life that you envy, get one. It only takes a better personality than yours (oh, I guess that's quite hard right).

If I am irresponsible, what do you call yourself? At 30, I am able to buy things that you can only dream of having. Your bank account is probably smaller in value than my bag collection. So don't call me an irresponsible party girl because I have done so much more worthwhile things to humanity than you ever did your entire life (and you are OLDER!). I am independent, and I spend for my Mother (not the other way around). I do not depend on a man to buy me things that I want because I CAN AFFORD to buy them. In fact, please shut your mouth because in one way or another I have helped you send your children to school without you knowing. Shame on you, ingrate.

And yes, I have a 145 IQ. I heard yours is way down there. So don't ever think I that I can stoop down to your level. I cannot.


So just shut up. It is the best decision you could ever make before I decide to see you in court.



P.S.

I pity you and your grammar.

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