I asked The Husband to take me out tonight since he had Groupon vouchers for an Eat-All-You-Can dinner at The Noodle Room at JBR. The meal was okay. Just okay. No gastronomical fireworks. Not even the belly scratching, full stomach satisfaction. But I think it was a delicious evening.
I can’t believe that January 2012 is almost over. And I can’t believe that I’ve been writing a blogpost every single day. It is a feat in itself! Slow clap for me please? So January, we did gooooddd…*pat on the back*
It’s 4AM and I am still wide awake. That’s my body clock these past few days: wide awake at night and asleep in the mornings. I’ve made it a commitment to join The Husband in the constant changes of work schedule to ensure that we both enjoy peaceful, restful sleep together in our wee studio flat, where the tiniest noise is the doom of the lightest of sleepers like The Husband dearest. And so here I am wide awake and still very full after a bloody meal. Literally a bloody meal.
Yesterday, we were invited by one of The Husband’s friends to celebrate their son’s 6th picnic birthday treat at the Dubai Creek Park to partake in a feast of Filipino food treats and a two-layer Ben 10 themed birthday cake, to frolic on the grass and be silly with the kids, and to be blown away by magic tricks of a big fat clown. This is one of the things so beautifully ironic about this desert city. There are public parks with ponds and rolling greenery found in almost every community. And birthday picnics at the park are one of my favorite Dubai activities. Do you know why?
There are days that I am stuck with the awful thought that I cannot cook or I cannot write to save my life. I am thankful though for bursts of inspiration in the times when I need it the most.
I was so disappointed, or maybe more like appalled, on how the Gulf News did this feature on “Demystifying Filipino food”. Sure, the feature was 2-minutes long, but you can do a LOT of demystifying in that period of time…
I wanted to make the perfect fried chicken for my husband. And I think, last night, I finally nailed it. I should be jumping for joy because of this cooking triumph, conquering the seemingly simple task of cooking a flavorful AND thoroughly cooked chicken. But somehow, I still feel a bit off…
I know I started off the year with a big happy smile and positive energy because 2012 will be a beautiful year for me, but, tonight, I just feel quite off the mark. It’s the kind of sadness that is curable by a big steaming mug of a hug, homemade hot chocolate…
Today, I encountered a Filipino dish I have NEVER EVER heard about or tasted (at least to my knowledge). I am now a Chicken Halang-halang virgin no more…
When I woke up this noon (I am by heart a morning person, but adjustments have to be made due to the shifting with The Husband’s work schedule) and got mighty disoriented. I wasn’t sure if I was Dubai anymore. No sunshine streaming from the gaps between our curtains. No creeping heat that makes me want to turn on the air conditioning. Was I back in damp and dreary tropical Manila? This was perfect bed weather I knew and loved so dearly, the kind that makes you want to crawl back into bed and just stay there all day.
But I could not stay in bed because I had to cook brunch, which was a perfect partner to such a lazy, cloudy desert Winter’s day.
