Blogging about a loved one is hard for me. I can write about my and other people's boo-boo's and/or kalokohan, rant about anything or anyone, and rave about the weather or anything that pleased me BUT words escape me whenever I try to write about someone very close to my heart.
However, to mark the birthday of the person who has my heart, I will do my best to express my love inspired by the movie "Ten Things I Hate About You" (with a little twist of my own). I just hope I get to finish and publish this before the day ends.
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Ten Things I Love About You
1. I love your sense of humor and the way you laugh at my jokes. I love your smiles too and the way you let me bug you when you are already too tired or have just woken up in the morning.
2. I love your sense of order yet you let me get away with my messy ways.
3. I love the sacrifice that you made to your career when you left your former job because leaving means less travels and more time spent with your family. Even if personally, you think this was no sacrifice and that you love and enjoy your new job, I still say thank you and I love you too.
4. I love the way you play with our son after spending a tiring day at work. You could have just said that you are tired and would just relax with a bottle of beer or a glass of wine but you insist on your bonding time with C so that I can have some time on my own.
5. I love your eyes. They are not just beautiful but they also shine with love and honesty. I love it that every time you look at me, you make me feel pretty and sexy and that there are no secrets between us.
6. I love your body and your sexy ways but I won't describe them here. To say anything more might result in me being banned from blogger for adult content (is there such a thing?)
7. I love how you tolerate my addiction to facebook and bejeweled blitz but you never fail to give me a gentle reminder whenever you think I had too much.
8. I love your generosity. Beyond the material things that you have given me, I love the fact that you are never selfish with your time.
9. I love the way you listen to my rantings and ravings and the way you put up with my noisy ways. I know how much you value peace and quiet and yet these are now luxuries since C and I came into your life.
10. Lastly, I love you for who and what you are, no conditions and without reservations. You may not be perfect (you do have a temper, honey, hehe) but you are perfect for me.
I know that what I have written are just the tip of the iceberg. There are more things that I love about you but I have to keep to the title of this piece. haha!
Happy birthday, Honey. Here's to getting old with you.
I love you.
p.s., I also love the knowledge that you will forgive me for this public display of affection despite the fact that you love your privacy. hehe
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Kitchen Adventures
Lately, I have been posting recipes of the meals that I prepared for my family. This blog is not going to be transformed into a food blog although I just wanted to share my "little triumphs" in the kitchen as part of my daily life as a stay-at-home mom and wife.
I count all the meals that I prepare as "little triumphs" because for someone who, for most of her life, believed that she cannot cook, these simple but delicious meals (delicious according to my loving husband) are truly something to be proud of. I have also taken note of my growing confidence in the kitchen. When I first started cooking two years ago, I always chose the easiest recipes to cook and follow them to the letter. Now, I have enough confidence to not completely follow a recipe by changing/substituting an ingredient or two and, sometimes, even using a different technique found in another recipe.
But beyond my growing confidence in the kitchen, what I found amazing about myself is the realization that I enjoy cooking when before I couldn't be bothered. I also enjoy my kitchen adventures aka disasters like the time I had to redo my batter for crispy chicken strips since the consistency did not match the one I saw on the recipe I was following. It turned out I put 8 scoops of flour since the recipe said 8 tbsp. but I forgot that I was using a 2 tbps. measuring spoon. Yes, there were days when I feel too lazy to cook but most times I enjoy cooking especially when I see the appreciation and enjoyment on my husband's face while he eats.
Last week, Michael told me that his workmates suggested I should try selling my food to the students at the University after smelling (smelling!) Michael's lunch that he was reheating in the microwave. Wow! That is really funny and ironic. The woman who was always a disaster in the kitchen is suddenly cooking for profit. haha!
Seriously, though, I don't think I am that confident yet to do this. Maybe in a few years when people other than my husband and son have tried my food.
I count all the meals that I prepare as "little triumphs" because for someone who, for most of her life, believed that she cannot cook, these simple but delicious meals (delicious according to my loving husband) are truly something to be proud of. I have also taken note of my growing confidence in the kitchen. When I first started cooking two years ago, I always chose the easiest recipes to cook and follow them to the letter. Now, I have enough confidence to not completely follow a recipe by changing/substituting an ingredient or two and, sometimes, even using a different technique found in another recipe.
But beyond my growing confidence in the kitchen, what I found amazing about myself is the realization that I enjoy cooking when before I couldn't be bothered. I also enjoy my kitchen adventures aka disasters like the time I had to redo my batter for crispy chicken strips since the consistency did not match the one I saw on the recipe I was following. It turned out I put 8 scoops of flour since the recipe said 8 tbsp. but I forgot that I was using a 2 tbps. measuring spoon. Yes, there were days when I feel too lazy to cook but most times I enjoy cooking especially when I see the appreciation and enjoyment on my husband's face while he eats.
Last week, Michael told me that his workmates suggested I should try selling my food to the students at the University after smelling (smelling!) Michael's lunch that he was reheating in the microwave. Wow! That is really funny and ironic. The woman who was always a disaster in the kitchen is suddenly cooking for profit. haha!
Seriously, though, I don't think I am that confident yet to do this. Maybe in a few years when people other than my husband and son have tried my food.
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