My Last Sunday As A Goddess
It’s been quite a journey for me being the Goddess of Scrumptiousness here. I spent two years of every free time I had posting, hearting, commenting and tagging food posts. Throughout the two years of my existence here I’ve learned a ton about life, people and how Tumblr can be as addictive as alcohol, drugs, cigarettes, sex and chocolates… oh and cheese too!!!
My dearest friend Laura always told me to live my life in the real world. It took me quite a long time to follow her advice, but now I do, I am… for the times I was NOT HERE or in other social media sites, I spend living my life in the real world… and finally living it and savouring it the best I can and that is relishing everything tangible. And although I know that I can always still be in social media and here on Tumblr even on short visits, my heart just whole-heartedly shouts that it is now the time to move on and turn the page… live the next chapter.
And so this is my real and permanent goodbye “last post”, and this time I am saying goodbye with a smiling heart, renewed spirit and eagerness to walk alongside my beloved.
I wish each and everyone of you all the best in life, love and food.
All my LOVE,
[Photograph by my husband]
Of Reading and Eating… and doing both at the same time.
To most, the idea of lounging on a sofa reading a good book or, maybe, eating food they love at a leisurely pace is their ideal form of indoor relaxation. I, on the other hand, always believe in simultaneous nourishment of both mind and tummy - figuratively and literally.
I love reading cookbooks and any publications really that ingeniously incorporated either cooking or dining scenarios. But even if let’s say I am reading a proper fictional novel or biography or history I still double the pleasure of the reading experience by always having something to pick up, bite in, munch on and wash down with either a cup of coffee or tea. It’s just how I process and absorb words and knowledge, I mean, a mind cannot function well while the tummy keeps on sending it hungry post-it notes every 3 minutes. And so I always give in and munch away in the same rate as I read words per minute.
I love reading short passages about eating experiences and food sentiments. I can never get tired of those. Maybe because I am eternally passionate about food and any thing related to it, or I am just a hopeless case of a food addict. Nevertheless, I want to share a few of my most favourite passages and sentiments about food.
If some of you are wondering why I included in these pictures Audrey Hepburn’s Biography book (???) knowing that she will probably be horrified with the idea of me munching happily on this calorie laden Carrot Cupcake with Cream Cheese Frosting while reading a book about her whole life and looking at all the glamorous pictures of her - classy, petite but statuesque figure, all I want really is to let her know (in spirit) my foodie sentiments for her, which is ” Eat your heart out, SKINNY BITCH!!! “. -j.m
Orgiastic About Oranges
One Thanksgiving dinner, my friends and I decided we would each answer the question: “If I were going into the desert and I could only take one thing for my comfort, what would it be?” I said my choice would be an orange.
An orange is packed with pleasure in so many different ways. Simply to hold one in your hand is pleasing to the eyes and touch and nose. And when you open it up, you have both thirst-quenching liquid and flavorful food. Everyone has their rituals for peeling an orange. Some people eat the white down beneath the peel, others pick it off. some bury their face in the flesh and get the juice all over their chin. I prefer the delicate approach, and the mandarin is the best orange for this. first I break it into segments. Then I take an individual segment and bite into the inner part, separating the skin from the flesh. i love the feel of the moist globules bursting with flavor against my tongue. this is serious pleasure.
(simple pleasures : soothing suggestions and small comforts for living all year round, “fall” chapter)
Espresso and reading are complementary pleasures. I look for a place with no music or good music, a place where people stay put for a while and there’s not too much commotion. The espresso must be strong and thick so the foam from the coffee sticks to the spoon, and it must be served in small cups. Once I have my coffee in front of me, I take out my book and read extremely slowly, pondering each sentence, perhaps scribbling notes or comments. Poetry or philosophy is best- something that provides pleasure in prose so dense and exquisite that it matches the intensity of the coffee. A single sip of espresso reverberates in my body while the words resonate in my mind with interesting meanings.
(simple pleasures : soothing suggestions and small comforts for living all year round, “fall” chapter)
Confessions of a Kitchen Tools Hoarder
Like any other woman, yes I love fashion and tons of girly things to decorate myself (very obvious in this icon pic with my big jade loop earrings) from head to feet, but still my love of food, cooking, baking and eating instantly takes over and controls the direction of my feet every time I go to any retail store. And I always find myself heading towards the kitchenwares section.
For years I have accumulated 3 containers full of “essential” kitchen tools… my latest acquisition, a mini tortilla press… well because one can never be in her kitchen knowing she doesn’t have a tortilla press. Yes, I do realize that I might be suffering from a grave condition known as Kitchen Tools Hoarder Disease with a side dish of OCD (yes, I made this up). Well how else can I defend my occasional madness for all things I can use to whip, whisk, mix, beat, shave, cut, press, flatten, scrape, scoop the things I create in the kitchen? My condition has become weird enough that I am now in the process of drafting my will, who in my family gets my silicone spatulas, cake turner, etc? And who will inherit my beloved santoku knives??? My wire whisks (palis)… I already know the recipient. ;)
And when I have to do some catering or cooking out of town or just a few blocks away from my house, I had to bring at least… at least one container full of my tools or else I will instantly feel my hands numbing, cold and ok, a full anxiety attack.
But then maybe I am just like a normal baker and cook out there, I mean I have seen the stuff contestants of Top Chef Just Desserts carry out when they get eliminated and well, they too look like a kitchen tools hoarder like me. Maybe I am just way too hard on myself…
Oh well, look at the time, I got to go… Don’t wanna mess up my schedule.
10:45 am - Inspect baking tools kit
10:55 am - Do inventory/maintenance of silicone spatulas, cookie cutters, vegetable peelers and cake combs (yes, there is such a tool).
11: 15 am - Sharpen knives
Rainy Days and Soup Comfort : Asian Glass Noodle Chicken Soup
I am one of a tiny number of people who does not complain about rainy days. For me, a handful of really happy childhood memories involved the rain, raindrops and the damp and gray atmosphere of rainy seasons.
Somehow and in a bit odd way, I find the most comfort and calm watching the rain pour outside as if life, even though gray, will always be abundant and always with a promise of never to experience drought metaphorically and literally.
Foodie cliche as it is, hot soup, whatever variety or type it may be will always be the perfect meal for rainy days. It not only warms you up but acts, I believe, as a sort of pacifier for feelings of cold, uneasiness and restlessness for being in a way stranded indoors.
I love chicken soup whatever variety it may be, whether homey with humble flavoured broth or unabashedly spiced with hot exotic spices and even chilies there is no stopping me from sipping… even slurping, with a quiet and still demure lady-like bearing, a bowl of soup.
This particular Asian Glass Noodle Chicken Soup is actually a staple in my home even in monsoon season. It is very simple to make and with few ingredients, it is definitely one of those soups that you would want to cook repetitively even on sunny and lazy days.
Just saute finely chopped onions, garlic and ginger in canola oil until this trifecta of aromatics are fragrant. Then saute the chunks of chicken breast fillets. Add hot chicken broth infused with a pinch of saffron threads (pinch of powdered saffron Thank you Laura!) and let simmer for about 30 minutes so that the soup develops a homemade and savoury flavour, season with salt and pepper. Add the (cold water) soaked glass noodles (rice vermicelli noodles) and cook for 3 minutes.Turn off heat, flake the chicken, serve the noodles in a bowl and top with chicken, crispy fried garlic shingles and thinly sliced spring onions.
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A bit wicked midnight habit…
I am just a very rotten insomniac, and by rotten I mean I occasionally indulge in the most sinful of habits at midnight, hmmm…
If I am not feasting on a buttered toast that is unashamedly dipped into a soft boiled egg flecked with sea salt, I am either caught red handed fishing green olives straight out of a jar or reheating a slice of chocolate and cinnamon bread pudding which I dribble with a freshly made vanilla glaze and chocolate syrup. And as if I cannot be more awake still at an ungodly hour I still end up eating the cinnamon roll-like indulgence with a huge cup of coffee… this happens 2-3 times a week.
Maybe my sinful midnight habit will haunt my daytime consciousness and challenge my resolve to bravely check my numbers on the scale the next day or by the end of the week, but then I also resolved to live a little and not deprive myself so much of the simplest yet most important part of human existence and that is living to eat and eating to live a “fuller” life. - jm (via phone)
That Food Blog Girl… She Was There!
Yikes!!! I have to admit that I don’t have a food post for my comeback, because this food blog girl went on a trip and it’s not a food trip but just a fun trip with only one goal in mind… snap lots and lots of photos! :)
I mean I ate well at hotel breakfast buffet (ha!!!), room service and oh, was well fed by a couple of packs of Smores Pop Tarts inside my room! :D (I kid you not!!!) I mean there is nothing unique blogging about what I ate… except that I ate Smores pop tarts for 3 straight days… not as a dessert but just to entertain myself inside my hotel room! :D
But here are some photos I took from where I’ve been. :)
Jeannie <3 I’m Back! :D
HEART COOKS BRAIN
The one thing that is common and that I had observed with food blogs, serious food/life/family blogs from all over the blogosphere is that the person behind the blog shares a part of them, a part of their life, a part of their world to the world. Mostly all of them are regular people like all of us. All of us have stories to share… a life that somehow, someway we love to share to others (not totally vain in purpose). THIS IS WHAT I LEARNED ALONG THE WAY SINCE I STARTED BLOGGING.
I am just a regular woman, from a small small country called the Philippines, from a small small town not even visible in Google Map. My life is plain and simple and humble… very common and very human. If someone would ask me WHAT DO YOU WANT TO EAT AS YOUR LAST MEAL? The only thing that I can think of and that I would truly enjoy eating is a meal of BOILED RICE, FRIED FISH AND SOY SAUCE (W/ CALAMANSI AND CHOPPED BIRD’S EYE CHILIES). I grew up on this meal, I always feel comforted and grounded eating this meal.
Throughout the last year, as I told a dozen times now, I have met amazing, super creative and kind people from all over the world. A handful touched my heart in so many ways.
Tumblr and the sweet and wonderful Amy Cao recognized my food blog and food blogging/food photography, photographers from all over the world made me part of their community here, other food bloggers from other platforms gave/gives me the kindest compliments for my blog posts and my own recipes. To a very simple girl like me, it is overwhelming, it is a true blessing. So I never get tired saying my gratitude because I am a person who never ever wants to be indebted to anyone… I always reciprocate… I give back as much and as more than I receive. Because personally, I sincerely believe that if ever my life would end today or tomorrow (knock on wood) I will have no regrets and no unsaid words of gratitude- this is the wisest WISDOM I learned from life and from living.
It is January 1, 2012 here. I want to start as THE FOOD BLOG GIRL who is cheery, and smiley and upbeat and positive. So to do this, I first have to kinda do an OVERHAUL of myself. I am going on HIATUS until I can be back Cheery, Smiley, Upbeat and Positive again. Two weeks from now will be my 1ST ANNIVERSARY here as the GODDESS OF SCRUMPTIOUSNESS a.k.a THE FOOD BLOG GIRL. And although I’ll be absent for a while… GOOFY/SILLY/MILDLY GREEN FOOD WRITING ON/OFF for a while. I know I will be back renewed and hopefully totally overhauled for the better.
I will miss you all. Be back soon… I’ll see you when I see you all on my very busy DASH!
Jeannie, Goddess of Scrump (this actually sounds like a female mobster title always to me!) <3<3<3