Working It

Just ten? :D I love to eat so I find the limitation quite limiting, hehe.

1. The Crabs at Obrycki’s will always get the number one spot on any food list of mine. I used to hate eating crabs but after the first hammer fell on the first claw, I was in love.

2. Actually, I don’t remember now what I ate at this out-of-the-way restaurant called Blue Bacon and Green Eggs. The food wasn’t particularly memorable, as was the ambiance, but my husband did surprise me with an engagement ring for dessert so, whatever I ate back then, was the best.

3. When I was but a rookie employee, my favorite boss let me tag along with her for a lunch meeting with a very high profile politician. Of course, I was speechless during the meeting, not because I was overwhelmed to be in the presence of such a venerable person but because I couldn’t stop eating the yummy yummy yummy sushi and sashimi feast that was laid out before me – good riddance to poise and professionalism. The restaurant is called Furusato.

4. A simple meal of Gray’s Papaya hotdog and a glass of lemonade, my first time in New York City, with one of my long-lost good friends. The best.

5. I remember this one particular night, I trudged on home, depressed, because my boss just gave me a severe tongue-lashing for something that I didn’t do nor deserved. I called my husband (of three weeks) to say that I was on my way home. He asked if I wanted to eat out, just so I could forget the ugly day that I had. I said, no, I just wanted to go home and not do anything. When I got home, there was a wonderful bowl of Sinigang na Baboy waiting for me, cooked by my husband. I never liked Sinigang at all, since I didn’t care for sour soups or stew. It was my husband’s comfort food, though, but he made the effort to cook for me thinking that it would comfort me too. And it did. From that moment on, I became a Sinigang girl. :)

6. Just the other day, a glass of orange juice and crackers, prepared for me by my 4-year old daughter because I was not feeling well. She said she would have prepared some noodle soup for me (like I always do when she’s sick), she’s just not allowed to tinker with the stove yet, hehe. God, I love that girl.

7. I have to say, my wedding day, too. I didn’t really eat much but I know it was definitely one of the best meals I have had, ever.

8. At Mario’s in Morato, its one of the few times I remember my Dad taking the family out for dinner when I was younger. I found the Ceasar Salad of my dreams here, and a memory of my workaholic Dad who made the effort to spend some time with his kids.

9. I think I am one of the few women in my family who do (did) not know how to cook. So when we moved to the US, I had nothing but boiled water to say for my culinary talents. Thanks to my husband, I cooked our family’s meal for the very first time, a Tinola (which was a little bit bland, the veggies were a little soggy, and the chicken was a bit undercooked). That meal started my love-hate affair with the kitchen. :)

10. A home-cooked meal with my family (sans the food throwing, haha) is always a best meal.

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MrsWorkingGirl :: Oct.21.2008 :: Ten on Tuesday :: 4 Comments »

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