RICE, lumpia, adobo, chow mien, pancit, pork buns.......and too many more for me to list. As americanized as my family has become, we've always tried to keep the tradition of food and eating at one table for dinner. Growing up, I was encouraged to learn how to cook, but unfortunately no one had time to teach me. My mom worked and schooled full time, and I was raised by my aunt, uncle and all male cousins. When I was younger we had the strict rule in the house that everyone ate breakfast, lunch and dinner at one table, now that has just come down to dinner and sometimes the meal isn't even home-cooked. Food is the tradition that is passed down from generation to generation, and when I'm away from home I miss the smell of my house. Home ALWAYS smells like rice, thats the one thing that you can never scrub out of he walls or carpet. The home cooked adobo, or when were in a rush to eat, the corned beef out of the can.....When I moved out of my house I LIVED off of corned beef, because that was the easiest and fastest thing to cook.
Without my rice and ulam (main coarse) my meal feels incomplete and i constantly get hungry through the whole day... haha...I dont know if thats just a phsychological thing becuase I grew up with it, but I need my home cooked meals.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Hi, I saw your blog title floating by and clicked. The subject matter was unexpected and I've enjoyed a quick perusal. I have 3 blogs and am a fringe candidate in the Vancouver city council elections. More to the point; I am also a short story writer and hope that you might enjoy my humble leavings. they are mostly ture short stories of my life. I see some very interesting political awareness on your blog so I thought that we might network especially if you know anyone in Vancouver or even Canada, or who might enjoy my writings. Blogs streetbarker, budoracle, aloofus
Post a Comment