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.
Another one of those nifty Filipino one pot wonders, pork sinigang, a comforting hot and sour clear broth with pork cubes and a hodgepodge of vegetables, was on our menu today. It was just such a joy slurping a piping hot bowl of Sinigang that is so sour that it will make you go:
Mmmmmmmmukhaaaasiiimmm! I honestly don’t know the direct translation of this term in English, but does “sour face” give it any justice? Hahaha!
Delirious about delicious,