Daydreams of an eating and writing life
Before we’ve left for the US, we were invited for home cooked meals made by our friends. The invitation was an honor in itself. And who in their right mind would decline an invitation to be served a meal made from ingredients carefully chosen by sight, touch and smell, which were mixed, rubbed, tossed with their own hands and painstakingly tasted by friends’ distinguished palates?
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I am at the brink of breaking my 365 days blog entry commitment. WTH!?! Do I give up that easily? Hmmm…sometimes!
My truest foodie friends
True friends are hard to find. But true foodie friends are even harder to find. Lucky for me, I have found my own set of true foodie friends. And in this country where there is so much to discover and eat, I miss them so. Even if I only met these two wonderful ladies last year (Yes, only last year when I started working for the Jolliest Bee in the world in May 2010), I can confidently say that they are my foodie soulmates, a three-way match made in foodie heaven.
Husband, I don't think we're in Manila anymore....(Image from feintandmargin.com)
For those of you who don’t know, my husband and I were in a 3-year long distance relationship before we got married (I actually have a blog all about our long distance relationship here). It was sheer torture being thousands of miles away and time zones apart from my love. Sure, we were blessed to have had the Internet at this day and age. We had the social networks, Yahoo! messenger, email, etc. Connectivity in an instant! No more of those months of anxiously waiting for the snail mailed mixed tapes and love letters (I would have loved to receive those though, it would have been so romantic. But The Husband isn’t that type at all. Sucks for me!). I guess there is no substitute for sharing real moments: laughing together – and at each other, holding hands while walking, eating out, watching movies, big tight bear hugs, and many more.
Hence, starting our married life apart is out of the question. This is why I am here now. This is me living the dream: being together with my husband. But living this dream, does not mean that I did not have any fears.
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