tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60412493940993496352011-12-31T08:56:10.045+08:00Tasting life, one day at a time.Roddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248844324473453758noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041249394099349635.post-5942422153713088352011-09-26T12:39:00.004+08:002011-09-28T10:38:28.360+08:00

After a rather long respite from writing, I've decided to come back...strangely enough to write about a journey away from food. I have taken a path towards deliberate weight loss.  Something that my body needs, my vanity demands, my age requires and my family is excited about...well, OK, I'm excited too. My Cohen Lifestyle eating plan, tailor fit for me based on my body type, size and blood

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"What will you name your turtle, Papa?, " Lucas asked as we drove to Bataan, excited about the prospect of participating in a Pawikan release activity in Anvaya Cove. "I'm calling mine Pokerface, Iya's calling hers Jelly, Ate will call hers Pesto, and Mommy's will be called Wikan....what'll you call yours?"  I thought for a moment and said, "I'll call mine 'Goodbye.' " The day of the release

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Flashback to the opening of the first Starbucks' store in 6750 Ayala.  The crowd had thinned by Day 4 and I decided to finally give it a try. Spanking new interiors greet me and the scent of coffee permeates the air.   'Good afternoon, sir..welcome to Starbucks," chirped the barrista behind the counter.  'Good afternoon, yourself," I responded, surveying the menuboard for my caffeine fix

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I recall getting the phone call from our good friend Angie....asking me about the idea of a one night only event at The Stock Market restaurant in Bonifacio High Street.  'Just one night with a fixed  menu...with you and Isca as featured chefs.'  Sounded simple....after all, we could pull out dishes from what we knew we could do and do well, put them together and serve them up, right?

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Whiling away the time post-Ondoy found me trying to deal with the stress that the news carried and thinking about how lucky we were with our own situation, with nary a drop of water causing any damage. As I finished watching yet another public service program, I turned to the net and found an earlier Callos post in the 80 Breakfasts blog.  I realized I had decided to give this

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I grew up in a home of good food and my food memories are quite rich. While we did have the staples of sinigang and adobo, mechado and pansit, there many other dishes which, when I mentioned to friends back then and even today, would elicit wide-eyed questions about our family's culinary habits. Let me go through a top of mind list of what were 'typical' fare that we had along with the

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Market days in Provence are very much like everywhere in France with purveyors gathering on a designated street, square or park once or twice a week. In preparation for this, we got hold of a few books, "The Markets of Provence," by Patricia Wells and "Provence and the French Riviera" by Rick Steves. Wells' book provided a daily guide of Market days in each of 7 towns in Provence - Monday in

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After many years of enjoying reading about Provence, I finally had a chance to spend a week and a day there, exploring, eating, cooking in a place I had only enjoyed vicariously, thanks to Peter Mayle. This, I thought, was certainly not a typical family vacation destination but it certainly turned out to be one of the best and most memorable ones. It was, for me, a dream come true after

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Like a big pizza pie.. I grew up eating pizza. As a boy, we would have special days at home where my parents joined forces to make home made pizza. Papa would mix and knead the dough…with the scent of Fleischman's activated yeast permeating the air. Mommy would then roll out the dough, slather it with tomato sauce, top it with Swift’s beef pepperoni and sprinkle it with grated Kraft

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It is Iya's fourth birthday today. Up to the time she was 2 to 2 1/2 years old, Iya was a quiet little baby who didn't give us much trouble other than the mandatory diaper change. She gladly, if not quietly, came with us and ate what she was fed...from chicken soup to tomatoes to cheese to carrots. On our trip to Australia and New Zealand, it was not difficult at all to have her as a

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No this isn't about that chain famous for pork floss buns which I confess I do enjoy....slathered with butter and topped with your choice of animal floss...a rather good fat and starch fix. I have been fascinated with bread for a long time and like many of my food obsessions, am thrilled with the idea of making my own. This was why I immediately jumped at the opportunity to sign up for a

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On a rainy day like today, my absolute favorite food would be a big, steaming bowl of Ramen....not the 'add flavor to hot water and cover for 2 minutes' kind but the authentic Japanese kind..served in a bowl big enough to wash your face in, with ramen noodles that offer a little resistance when chewed and are, of themselves, quite tasty. The noodles swim in a hot broth redolent of kombu

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Many things drove me to begin writing in a blog...scratching a writer's itch that hasn't been scratched in years, sharing and reflecting on what I have tasted, been tasting, want to taste and will taste in this life, caving in to my loving wife's pleadings to do some writing and a secret, egotistical belief that I can, in fact, write as well as, if not better than many of the bloggers out

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