what's for lunch

lunch is usually at the foodcourt of the building where i work. these days i often have sushi/rolls. there was a phase that i eat pad thai and sping rolls almost everyday.

we used to bring our own lunch but since j is now assigned to a different location and i am so arte i dont want to carry a separate lunch bag, i dont bring lunch.

and that made me think: why is it that filipino food is not as known or as popular as other cuisines?

here in the food court we have italian (not authentic though) -- pasta, pizza, we have the burgers and sandwiches, chinese, the sushis and the teriyakis, thais, even east indian food. but no filipino restaurant.

is it because we dont have a signature dish? we dont have something unique to offer. our food can be compared to chinese and thais -- the pansit (noodles), lumpia (spring/egg rolls) and ginisang karne na me gulay (stir fried veggies and meat)?or is it not palatable enough? can't be cooked on a per order basis?

natives here and other caucasians lined up not just for burgers and sandwiches. so i can tell that they have open mind and palate with regards to food. i can see them enjoying the chinese and thai food as well. some even venture to the samosas.

everybody will like adobo, no question on that. but would they like our nilaga? sinigang? dinuguan? karekare?

i asked j before while we were on the road noticing the restaurant signs of different cuisines -- polish ,ukrainian, italian, mostly chinese, thai, east indian, korean, japanese. but not filipino.

we have filipino "restaurant" here. but just like in the philippines, they are more like carinderia. and will only cater for a limited number of people. so unlike the chinese buffets which are big and always busy, and the other restaurants that are not too big, but seem to be more relaxed and they have a menu that put a name on their dishes and describes their dishes.

what would it take for our cuisine/dishes to go mainstream? our lechon is so much better than their suckling pig! hehehe our lechon manok is mas masarap than their chicken bourbon.

here's me hoping to see a fine filipino restaurant one day here in winnipeg.

Vday plans

So blogger has this stats feature now. And i found out i have readers(?) from Russia?! Oh, Hello, Russia!

This Pinoy soap that i'm following, got me hooked last night, and tonight. Last night was the revelation. Buckets of tears were shed, from the actors. And a few drops from me. My son asked, why do you always have to cry?

Anyhow, i hope i'm not alone on this but i have tons of pictures on our hard drive, waiting to be printed. I was like a year behind in consolidating phone photos. At least i got to print some of 2010's pic. But that just it. I feel like i have to print at least one photo book for each year. Hopefully this weekend..or not....

Because i plan to do our valentine's cards/treats with my son, for his classmates and teachers. Last year, we did about 20 different v-day cards for his class. In one night. That's just too much for my son. Hehe he was already complaining that he already did aH lot of work. I told myself, that we'll start early on this year. We might just do the heart sun catcher. and/or The lolly flowers. But i kind of like the heart crayons too. We can give the bookmarks to his teachers.

I dont want to bake anything, kids here have a lot of allergies, peanuts, milk, eggs. We'll just stick to candies.

sun catcher

bookmarks

Lolly flowers

Crayon hearts

stuck in a moment

this is my attempt to revive this blog for the nth time..


anyhow, i found myself not blogging not because with the lack of things to share,
because i have, in almost 3 years of being an immigrant, i think i have enough stories to tell.
but rather it's because i have less the courage and rationale to share.
i mean what do i tell? which lead me to ask, why should i blog (again) in the first place?

i read somewhere that just because it happened, it matters. do i write because it matters to anyone?
or do i write because it matters to me? because i want something that i can go back to?

another question is, how much is too much?

by the way, i dont know if the title is apt for the post, but i kind of wrote the title first beforet the content.
and i kind of like it.

Dreaming of home 4

Was at home, in our room (shared with Lola and Acel) and I was trying to tell Kitts that I’m sorry I haven’t given back the Doppler that she lent me eons ago. I was holding the Doppler and was showing it to her while trying to explain that the foam attached to the headset was all crumbs and they’re useless now. Kitts told me that she wasn’t able to use it that much cause it used to smell. And I agreed that yeah it smelt. Kitts showed me a picture/video of how the Doppler worked. I was amazed that the Doppler still works. Kitts told me that it used to store videos of how the baby’s beating heart, and what she has just showed was the old videos, the Doppler doesn’t work. Told her I would just replace the Doppler. Reality: So I sent Kitts a quick message about that.

Dreaming of home 3

It was something about Tatay. I just forgot.

Dreaming of home 2

I was home, we were going out of town. But our car is not yet ready, so Kuya Je et al, told me they’re going ahead and that we just have to catch up on them. So when our ride arrives, it was like a car and a tricycle, I drove. With me were Nanay and Scel. And I drove up to Motolite. Had a hard time trying to merge in to the traffic on Ortigas avenue, but we managed. It was dusk. There was a G.Liner. And a lot of people.

Dreaming of home

I was at Canada, Acel was asking me to buy something for her. I tried but I was not sure if the thing that I found was what she really wanted, so I asked her to come over here and find the stuff she wants herself. So instantly, she was here! I told her, “told you it was just that easy.” Showed her around, we even went to MTS and showed her the hockey rink. But then we have to go back because she and Rogel are going somewhere. So I accompanied here going back. I was there in front of our house, parked. It was around 4pm, judging by the where the sun is. The trees by the basketball court are still there. Just like that, I’m home.