Friday, March 11, 2011

Kitchen Adventure: Fritata



I love potato omelet and I love ground meat omelet (which we call torta). Growing up, I always looked forward to having one of these for breakfast prepared by my mother. I love potato omelet so much that I tried cooking this for my breakfast when I was still working in the Middle East (it was one of the few dishes I could cook at that time). Of course, when my house mate saw this, she gave me a look that says "potato for omelet? that's weird.  Since potato omelet was always a favorite at home, I just never thought that others would find it weird (or even wrong).

It was only recently that I learned that potato omelet is fritata in Spain (it just have sliced potatoes while my mother's omelet has cubed ones but the general idea is the same). In fact, this is a favorite tapa (appetizer) in Spain.It only goes to show that one should not scoff at something just because it is unfamiliar to us.

Anyway, I am digressing. Back to my Fritata. Now that I am also a mother and a wife plus thousands of kilometers away from my mother (so I couldn't ask her to cook for us. hahaha), I have no choice but to cook to feed my hungry boys (dramatisch itetch).  With the memories of the different tortas that my mother has cooked in the past, I have decided to make my own by combining two of my favorite omelets (tortang giniling with potato).

And after a long and winding introduction, here's the recipe:

Ingredients:

around 200 g of ground pork
2 large potatoes
6 eggs
3 cloves of garlic, minced
1 large shallot, sliced
3 tbsp. olive oil
salt and freshly ground pepper to taste

Procedure:

Peel and dice the potatoes and prepare the garlic and shallot. Set aside. Meanwhile in a bowl, beat the eggs and season with a little salt.

Heat the olive oil in a pan. Fry the potatoes until golden brown. Remove with a slotted spoon and place on a plate. With the remaining oil in the pan, sautée the garlic until light yellow. Put in the shallot and sautée until translucent. Put in the ground meat and continue stirring until the meat is loosed and  browned. Season with salt and freshly ground pepper.

When the ground meat is browned (with little to no liquid left), return the potatoes in the pan and mix them with the ground meat. Pour in the beaten eggs and cover the pan tightly. Let it cook for 15 to 20 minutes or until the top of the egg mixture has started to solidify.  Remove the lid, and place a plate on top of the pan (the plate should be large enough to cover the pan) then flip the omelet (or fritata) on the plate. Return the pan on the stove and slide back the omelet in the pan to cook the other side. Let it cook for a few more minutes (around 5 minutes).

Serve the Filipino way with tomato ketchup and steamed rice.

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P.S.

When I first cooked this dish here in Norway, I used a smaller pan and cooked it in two batches because I didn't have a plate large enough to cover my bigger pan (which is needed when I flip the omelet). However, when I cooked the dish in the picture, I was so lazy to do it in two batches and so I decided to use my bigger pan forgetting the reason why I decided to cook in two batches when I did it before. I only remembered this when I was ready to flip the omelet on a plate. Imagine my panic when I realized my mistake.  I was ready to use the plate from my microwave oven when I remembered that we have 4 pizza plates in our cupboard (which Michael and I never use).  The pizza plate was big enough for my purpose.

And so, that was the plate that you see in the picture. hehehehe.

Monday, February 21, 2011

A Letter to My Son

Dear Son,

I know that you are still a baby but it is never too early to start giving you advices.  One day you will fall in love and when you do, I would like you to keep this story in mind and the lessons that go with it.

In the past, whenever your father brought home his girlfriends to introduce them to your grandparents, your Oma only had two reactions: she would either ignore them or she would leave the room to cry in the kitchen. It is not obvious that your Oma did not approve of your father's former girlfriends, is it?

Then one day, your grandparents got a Skype call from your father (your Papa was in Qatar at that time) where he then introduced his new girlfriend who happens to be a Filipina.  This time your Oma did not react in her usual ways. She sat there, looking happy and excited (I should know, I was there at that time. I may not understand any word your Opa and Oma said but I could read emotions on people's faces).  Later on, your Papa told me told that his parents are happy for us and that Oma said it felt right and so she is happy.

One day, I asked your father how sure is he that your Oma approves of me when he first introduced me on Skype. He said, the call would not last five minutes (it lasted for more than an hour).

Fast forward to the present. Your Papa and I are happily married and our union have been blessed with you as the new addition to our small family. As for Oma and Opa, they let us turn their peaceful world topsy-turvy  as they opened their hearts to me (but they are happier for it. haha).

Now you will ask, what is the moral of this story?  There are two:

  1.  Mothers know best (it's our maternal instincts at work).  You better listen to your mother.
  2.  In choosing a girlfriend/wife, choose well (refer to lesson number 1)

If you don't believe me. Ask your father.

Love,

Mama

p.s. this is quite self serving isn't it? LOL

post script: de-friended

In the interest of fairness, I decided to write a post script to my earlier post. After publishing yesterday's post, I suddenly remembered that at one point I have edited my privacy settings to restrict this friend from seeing the things I post on my wall. This was in reaction to finding out that I could not see her wall posts also.  But then, she changed her settings and I could see her updates again on my News Feed. Unfortunately, I forgot to change my settings until I recently noticed that I don't see her postings again.

In view of this "development", the questions that come to mind are: do I still have the right to complain about being blocked by a friend?  In this age of virtual social networking, what is worse, blocking someone or just restricting them from seeing what you are up to?

People can be immature sometimes. That includes me. LOL

Sunday, February 20, 2011

de-friended

I know there's no such word as de-friended (i think). However, how do you describe in one word when a friend from Facebook has removed you from his/her list of friends?

I don't make it a habit of checking my list of friends on Facebook to see whether or not someone has removed me as their friend. Recently, I noticed that I have not been receiving updates on my News Feed regarding one friend and so I decided to visit her profile. It was then that I discovered that this friend whom I have known from grad school has not only removed me from fb, she has also blocked me. For what reason, I don't know. I'll probably never know.

At the moment, I don't know yet what to feel. Should I be sad?  (well the fact that I am asking this questions already proves that I am not. At least not at the moment). Should I feel angry and betrayed? (we did have good times in the old days). Should I feel guilty? (of what, I do not know.)

To my knowledge, I have not done or said anything against this person that would warrant my being removed from her list.  Maybe my not having the same opinion about a common friend's love life has offended her but that has been a long time ago. Other than this, I don't see any reason why she did what she did unless something I posted on FB has offended her (well then I guess she has a bigger problem than I thought since I don't think there's anything offensive about posting pictures of your son and husband and telling the world about the weather and what I ate for lunch).

Like I wrote above, I probably will never know what drove her to doing this. The only question I have now is, am I still her friend in the real world (as opposed to the virtual world)? I guess not.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

tomorrow, i will be a year older. am i a year wiser, i wonder.

i think i am.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

posted on my fb notes

Background: my brother, Rommel told me the news that all of Cady's  nine puppies died (Cady is my Owen's chihuahua).  This part of the chat made my day.

(@Honey, i have to write this in Filipino but I promise to translate it for you. hahaha)
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 Rommel:   katawa nga yung isa, pinapa dede ni papa.. sabi ni papa mainit daw yung gatas.
                  sabi ni mama ok na
                  tapos pinadede na, naghingalo yung tuta..
                  sigaw si papa, sabi nang mainit pa eh
                  ayan patay na, isupot na
                  kinuha ni mama, ni revive nya.. buhay ulit

 Me:           hahahahahahaha

 Rommel:   nalunod yung tuta, hahaha
                  sinisi sa gatas, haha

 Me:           wow, pang blog entry ko sana yan
                  malagay nga sa facebook 

Rommel:  tapos same tuta, pinulot ko kasi malamig yung katawan, nilapit ko dun sa ilaw para mainitan
                biglang nanigas at naging violet
                revive na naman ako, buhay ulit
                twice nya natakasan si kamatayan
                tapos ayon, 3rd time naipit ni cadi.. haha.. deads

Rommel:  it was meant to be

Me:          pocha, di ko mahinto pagtawa ko...mukha ako tanga dito tumatawa magisa

Rommel:  yung unang namatay, feeling ko nalunod din ni papa
                hahaha

 Me:         hahaha

 Rommel:   sa eksenang to may natutunan akong leksyon
                  ang leksyon, pag nag ka anak.. wag iiwan kay papa na bantayan nya.. di sya marunong mag pa bottle feed.. 
                  hahaha.. mamamatay ang bata

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salamat kapatid, napatawa mo ako. miss ko na ang kakulitan ng mga ridad! 

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

too much on my mind

I actually have another entry that is still in the process of writing. But i'm stuck. As I write the other blog post, several other topics come to mind and I also remember that I have to write an email to a friend in Switzerland just to keep in touch.  With of all these running through my mind, my rusty brain just stopped functioning.

hehehe

I hope I'll be able to finish today what I was writing earlier this morning or move on to another topic. *sigh*