In my culinary journey I’ve had many inspirations. Many of them are close and familiar: my mother (but of course!), my father, my grandmother, and many of my aunts and uncles. I come from a cooking ...
Pasta with Mussels and Chorizo
I am, for perhaps the last time, clacking away at my keyboard while enjoying the view from my window. The dark night sky punctuated by a number of blinking exclamation points…buildings with a ...
P. Cruz Spaghetti
I remember wearing pigtails as a little girl and loving it. I loved the way my hair bounced and swished from side to side whenever I walked. I thought it was quite the thing. I would carefully ...
Tomato Sauce with Onion and Butter
This boy is ravenous. And the only thing he eats can only be provided by me. I am fairly sprinting to keep up. He is nothing at all like his big sister, who had, what I thought, was a fair ...
Creamy Mushroom & Bacon Pasta
When I was pregnant with little C, I, like all expectant mothers, had my own hopes and wishes for my daughter-to-be. I didn’t have her whole life planned out from before she even arrived though, ...
Bacon & Peas with Orzo
You know how I value me-time. In fact, I stand firm that it is the most unselfish act you can perform. When you take care of yourself and treat yourself to a special time that is just for you, to ...
Chili Curacha Pasta
I have mentioned before that my husband’s family hails from down south our little archipelago. From a lovely city called Zamboanga to be exact. I’ve been there twice before, the first time carrying ...
Tomato Sauce
Who doesn't love long weekends? Especially at the end of one of those weeks where you seem to be shot at from all sides as you pull your helmet of fortitude firmly down your head, dodging bullets and ...
Carbonara For One
My mother had a peculiar habit when she cooked for us when I was a child. She would fixate on a dish and this is what she would cook for us for days on end. I have no clue to this day why she did ...
Tuhod y Batoc Ragu (Knee and Neck Ragu)
I am a pack rat. I save everything from old credit card receipts to sappy poems written by boys of summers long gone. I hardly ever throw anything away. I have my paid and validated phone bills from ...