The Pandesal Challenge
It all began when my sister, who lives Downunder, sent me photos of her hot pandesal, fresh from the oven.
I need to keep a record of events happening while I'm lucid although anecdotes tend to be amusing when I am not. Tall tales, in my opinion, can elicit a smile – lopsided it could be – but still a smile
It all began when my sister, who lives Downunder, sent me photos of her hot pandesal, fresh from the oven.
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The bok choys in my garden are now lush and green. With a specific recipe, I have in mind on
He was emptying his grocery basket onto the conveyor belt for scanning. I was behind him doing the same. That
I was invited to a good friend’s post-birthday celeb last Saturday. Handicapped that I was at that time — gout
I reeked of cooking oil, sauteed garlic and onions after cooking up a storm. I had to take another shower,
“You can start cooking now. I got the pasta!” That was my friend Cynthia who didn’t have spaghetti in her
Last day of 2015 and I am in a panic mode. There are still so many things to do before
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Yes, Virginia, there is! I met one today. Oh, yes, I have seen a handful – in my thirty-five years