He's not vegetarian

30 minutes ago…

Speedy: “Ano ulam?”

Me: “Rack of ribs…”

Speedy: “Akala ko ba bukas pa ‘yun?”

Me: “eh, di sige.”

5 minutes ago…

Speedy: “Ano ulam?”

Me: “Talong. Ito-torta ko.”

Speedy: “May giniling pa ba?”

Me: “Wala. Vegetarian tortang talong tayo.”

Speedy: “Vienna sausage na lang… o sardinas, gusto mo?”

Talaga rin naman. Wala pag-asa mag-vegetarian.

A married woman is never childless

Another day at the house on a hill…

I cooked a Vietnamese pork, eggs and bamboo shoots stew (thit kho nuoc dua) for lunch. As I was prepping the dish for the obligatory pictorial, Speedy was on the other side of the kitchen island watching. I was transferring the meat, eggs and vegetables into a bowl, leaving the sauce in the pan.

Speedy: “Bilisin mo, naglalaway na ako…”

Me (explaining the procedure): “Sandali. Last ko ibubuhos yung sauce, tapos sprinkle ko cilantro, para glistening lahat pag-picture ko.”

Speedy (spoon in hand): “Ano ba lasa nitong sauce?” And he scoops the sauce from the pan.

Me: “Ay ang kulit.”

So what was that saying about never ever being childless if you have a husband…? I think we just illustrated that.

Senior moments

Earlier, as Speedy was leaving for the grocery…

Speedy (eyeing stuff on kitchen counter): “Wala ka nang kitchen paper…”

Me: “Yuh.”

Speedy: “Okay, bibili ako.”

Thirty minutes later, he gets back with a bag of potato chips and ham.

Me: “Asan yung kitchen paper?”

Speedy: “Aaaayyyy…”

Senior moments na naman. Di bale, kahit seniors pwede pa rin mag-selfie.

speedy-selfie

On ballgowns and the history of the toilet

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Having been raised in a generation when Barbara Cartland was standard reading for teens and pre-teens, I spent many days and nights dreaming about ballgowns and jewelry, and Prince Charming. European-style, of course, having been influenced by Barbara Cartland. It was a phase I quickly outgrew after discovering that Perry Mason books were a lot more exciting than Barbara Cartland novels. Still, I loved visualizing pretty gowns, matching hats and gloves, horse-drawn carriages and waltzes. How I made the images fit in with Perry Mason, I cannot recall. Continue reading