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Sweet Potato Anyone?


I love sweet potato.  Locally, we call it kamote. Every time we go to the market. I always buy  kilo or two.  I love it any way it is cooked. I usually just boil it to maintain the flavor.

Yesterday, I  had this for breakfast with two medium-sized sweet potato. I made some slices into fritters and the rest I  grated  and mixed it with grated cheese, one egg and  a cup of corn flour with a  pinch of ground pepper. There was no need to add salt since the cheese is flavorful.  Had two spoonfuls of mayo dressing as dip.

Sometimes I add slices of sweet potato to pork or chicken afritada instead of using potatoes. Sweet potatoes are an excellent source of vitamin A.  They are also a very good source of  vitamin C, manganese, copper and vitamin B6. Additionally, they are a good source of potassium, dietary fiber, vitamin B1, vitamin B2 and phosphorus.

I planted sweet potato vines here in our small garden which I use for our famous sinigang.  I  harvest the young stems every two weeks.

Do you also eat sweet potato?

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There are books and there are books out there.

Funny how sometimes a certain book is included in the list of classics but when you attempt to read it, you can’t relate. One such book I really wanted to finish is The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco. I started a few chapters only to abandon it again. Readers rated it five stars on Goodreads but how come I could not finish even five chapters? The proverbial question is, is it me or is it the book?  I love history, I admire those writers who really make those researches when writing a historical book.  Those Latin phrases really turned me off. A few months ago, I attempted to include Anna Karenina in my book challenge for this year but I gave up reading in the middle of the book. Russian names are hard to pronounce, haha.  Got confused by the story.  I finished reading  Doctor Zhivago though by Boris Pasternak. I  even watched some trailers on YouTube and enjoyed listening to Lara’s Theme. Another book that I started years ago but still pending in my TBR list is A Prayer for Owen Meany. This book got more five stars on Goodreads. A Widow For One Year  is another Irving book that is pending in my shelf.

Are you a fan of Gabriel Garcia Marquez? We used to have two trade books of his in our small library which Nissa bought years ago, Love In The Time of Cholera and One Hundred Days of Solitude.  I enjoyed the latter but could not finish the former. I wonder why.  Enough of  Florentino Ariza and Fermina Daza. Do you remember that famous film by Meryl Streep entitled Julie and Julia? I  enjoyed watching the film version but didn’t finish the book with the same title  by Julie Powell, a food blogger. Another book Eat, Pray, Love  is prominently displayed in my shelf but the first few chapters were a disappointment to me. Maybe one of these days, I’ll read Elizabeth Gilbert.  Maybe I’ll give the book another try.

I am presently reading  The Winter Siege by Ariana Franklin,  a book set in 12th century England.  A wonderful historical book. In 1141, England was engulfed in civil war between King Stephen and his cousin, the Empress Matilda over who would wear the crown.  This book is so engrossing. This is my book number 162 out of a goal of reading 150 books this year.

What are you reading at the moment?


How could one be sure that friendship would last forever?  Is forever something you just read in books and see in movies? How could one know when parting will come?  How could one exist  without this so-called friendship?

You are my treasured friend, someone I could always call in times of happiness and pain, a  sure shoulder to cry on and to laugh with, someone who would not hesitate to say, “don’t be a cry baby, face your fears and uncertainties and you’ll be stronger in the end”.

Yes, this wonderful thing called friendship makes people keep their sanity.   The wonder of friendship – that mysterious meeting  of the minds  that makes you feel you are not alone, that certain feeling that you are loved and prayed for, that  there is somebody out there thinking of you once in a while.

Maybe, there is one good reason why we keep those social networking sites, there is one good reason why we need to connect, there is one good reason why we need to share.   Loneliness is something we cannot  fully comprehend  unless we go out of ourselves to reach out and be real.


My autograph is open
Come and see
What?
Won’t you waste a line on me?
Share but a thought
A word or two
That memory may revert to you…

These  were just a few lines that I vividly remember written on my first autograph book that Mom and Dad gave me one Christmas in 1968.  Back then, the first thought that came to mind was, I could have my grade school classmates sign it before our graduation the following year.  I didn’t know that Mom kept it together with assorted toys, plastic dolls and other paraphernalia so dear to a young girl’s heart. The book was about 8′ x 10′ in size, with an inch-thick pages and the cover was  of a glossy material that easily attracts the eyes. At the center was a picture of…guess who….Susan Roces!

I was then quite excited to show it off to my classmates. I am sure you know what a typical autograph looks like, you write your name, address, age, school, ambition, motto in life and see questions like, ‘who is your crush?’ and such things like ‘define love’.  On the second page is where you put your dedication together with a small photograph if you have one.

A few years ago, I got the chance to get re-acquainted with it. The pages were quite frayed at the edges and some part of it were eaten by termites.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
May some forget you
But never shall I…

I could not help remembering James Patterson’s books with similar titles, Roses Are Red and Violets Are Blue. Do you think he got the idea of using such from some childhood quotes?  Going back to answering the question, ‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’ A lot of them answered, ‘to be a nurse’ or ‘to be a teacher’ and most of them wrote under ambition, ‘to go abroad’ Why not ‘to be a writer”or probably the more facetious answers like ‘to be a beauty queen’ or ‘to be a Philippine president’ ? Forty years ago, being a teacher was I think the most noble ambition for a child of eleven or twelve. And going abroad was the ultimate dream of every family.  Remember the saying, “the grass is greener on the other side”.

Define love.  ‘Love is sweet’, ‘love hurts’, ‘love is a nice feeling’. Corny, you might say but those are definitely what we feel at times, right?  We were psyched  from early childhood how to give love back – be it in simple things like hugging our parents, kissing our younger siblings, making those paper flowers for our moms thinking that they are the best flowers in the world, helping them with household chores, etc.  Love is simply manifested in every gesture but probably in a subconscious way.

Back in high school during our senior year, we had those slumbooks  (is this word in the dictionary?) as we called it then. Remember those cute little notebooks  with Hello Kitty designs?  Almost every girl in class had it and we were quite “kilig to the bones” seeing our high school crush sign it.  What was important was, the complete address, birthday and the short accompanying note which we treasured.  Nowadays and luckily for our batch, we regularly keep in touch by way of frequent get-together, once in three years reunions, via our batch’ e-group and such social networking site like Facebook.

Yes, the college years  – those were the days where you probably experienced being in love for the first time.   Really, how time flies!   Slumbooks and autographs, do they still have that now?

(photo courtesy of  Witty  Will Save The World Co.)

Cry If You Must


If they ask you how you’ve been

Would you say, “I’m doing good”

When deep inside

You’re crying?

Life is not like a fiction book

That you’ll know where the story ends

For almost always in a fantasy world

The ending is  happy.

Ah, It’s Sunday Again


Four days since my last post. Whoa, it’s kinda hard to start again. I  know, I know.  Some of you would probably  react and say, what’s four days? It’s just that I got so used to updating this site almost daily that four days  is too long for me. Blame it on a little laziness on the side. Honestly I just got engrossed reading again.  I found new titles  and new authors too. Since I am done with my Goodreads challenge I could indulge  in a little romance and suspense thrillers too.

And I’ve said before that sometimes I wonder if people read a particular book because they love and like the author or they find positive reviews about it or simply because the book is just there, handy for one to enjoy.

I am not deterred by negative reviews they give to a particular book or been influenced by the five-star rating, I’d rather want to discover it on my own. Sometimes, you’ll be surprised, you actually love the story of one which others say is not worth that much.

And I love this quote from Roald Dahl: “So please, oh PLEASE, we beg, we pray, Go throw your TV set away, And in its place you can install, A lovely bookshelf on the wall.”

This is a quiet Sunday for us. Josef and I attended an anticipated mass at our Parish here in Midtown last night. It was my second time to visit the place since Nissa and I went there for their  wedding bann announcement  three months before she got married  six years ago.  Wow, the church is lovely. We usually attend mass at the town proper every  Sunday but we have to do the marketing early this morning.   Nate is still attending weekly workshop every Saturday  but this week it was moved to Sunday. Meeting more friends in the process, kids close to his age.  Talked to him for a while  when they were there. It’s always nice to hear his voice saying “Hello Nonna”.

I found myself watching  a Hallmark movie on YouTube  the other night. Son encouraged me to discover those lovely films but I am not much of a film or  television watcher. I must say, the craving is seasonal well except when there are  Senate hearings. The antics of those clinging to the powers that be…the nerve. I won’t dwell on this, it is exhausting and stressful.

I hope your weekend was lovely 🙂

 

Glad To See The Sun Again


Tropical storm Maring brought havoc to Central and  Southern Luzon and now on its way out of the country.  It had a  maximum sustained winds of 75 km/hour near the center and gustiness of up to 90 km/hour.  Metro Manila was not spared of flash floods and heavy rains.

I watched  the news the whole day yesterday and was wary of the heavy rains. I am afraid of flash floods but we were luckier than those places which experienced rising flood waters that entered their homes and caused tremendous traffic jams.  One subdivision in our town was submerged in water yesterday.

Our country experiences  an average of 15 to  18 typhoons every year with those coming in December or thereabouts the strongest. Since typhoon Ondoy back in September 2009, I got so afraid of typhoons, tropical storms and monsoon rains. We had the house renovated back then because most of our cabinets were destroyed and some of our furniture and appliances got flooded.  I will always remember that helpless feeling, the rising waters up to my neck when we left the house to seek refuge from  our neighbor’s house.

I see the sun shining again. Good day everyone.