Tomorrow, the 4th of January, will be our first day back in the office. As always, the break from the daily grind still does not seem enough. Nope, the two-week-off rest still feels a tad bit too short. I can already feel the stress level creeping up. Would that I could continue to block off the work mindset for a few more hours.
I can already foresee the hundreds of emails that have flooded my inbox during the holiday season. I can only hope that a lot of those are of the FYI nature. If wishes were horses...
A lunch out with the hubby and the little ones, a continuation of the House marathon, accompanying the kids on their biking session -- these mark the last day of our vacation.
Yes, our vacation might have felt short, but the days were spent with family. And that is what ultimately matters.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Eating Our Way Through the Holiday Season
Christmas season in the Philippines showcases the culinary talents of people, what with the ubiquitous family gatherings, "kita-kits" of barkadas, and gift-giving sessions. People on strict diets should not even think about setting foot inside a Filipino home during this time, as they are sure to be plied with copious amounts of food and drink -- woe to those who say Nay!
We of course keep with this tradition of happy eating. Some would even say, temporary (one hopes) gluttony. Although we took our vacation leave about a week or so before Christmas, we didn't really manage to escape the frenetic activity, we merely swapped work-places. Nonetheless, the stress level was a happier, more benign type.
So I took to the kitchen. And with the help of our angels and family members at home who wielded pans and syanses, managed to concoct these dishes for Christmas Eve:
We're still burping!
We of course keep with this tradition of happy eating. Some would even say, temporary (one hopes) gluttony. Although we took our vacation leave about a week or so before Christmas, we didn't really manage to escape the frenetic activity, we merely swapped work-places. Nonetheless, the stress level was a happier, more benign type.
So I took to the kitchen. And with the help of our angels and family members at home who wielded pans and syanses, managed to concoct these dishes for Christmas Eve:
pancit with pork leg and mushrooms
crispy fried chicken
tuna baked mac
halabos na hipon
tender pork ribs
buco salad
carrot cake with cream cheese frosting and Reese's-filled choco cupcakes
cupcakes with Reese's miniatures
For New Year's Eve, we had:
pork bola-bola
pancit topping
pancit
kare-kare
bagoong
sweet and sour fish fillet
fried chicken marinated in toyo and calamansi
pork rib
chocolate kiss surprise
chocolate kiss inside the tea cookie
red velvet cake -- my own version!
red velvet cake slice
peaches and cream
We're still burping!
Monday, January 2, 2012
No Agenda
I am still in the midst of my House marathon. And I've finished the anthology of travel stories I was reading, which I've now followed up with The Untold Story by Monica Ali -- an alternative take on what happened to Princess Diana after 1997.
An interesting premise, actually, albeit one that has "conspiracy theory" written all over it: what if the disappearance was not a real death, but merely a death of one's current life, to be able to resurface and begin anew? It's a "what could've been" that is disturbing and yet exhilarating at the same time. How could a mother choose to leave her children behind? And yet, given the strictures of her stifling life, how could she not grab this chance at freedom?
In the almost 2 weeks that we've been off work, this has been the first, engagement- and chore-free day I've had, with nothing more on my agenda than to eat, sleep, watch, read, and of course, play with the 2 little ones and Hubby. Not bad, huh?
Angel has now gotten her groove in riding her bike sans training wheels, all in the space of 2 days. When she really puts her mind to it, she does learn with amazing speed. And since little Sarah idolizes her older sister so much, she tries to keep up by biking as well.
Wish I could say the same with her willingness to learn her multiplication tables though. Oh well...
We -- Angel and I -- have also finished putting some Coca-Cola into our star-shaped ice cube tray (covered in Cling-wrap) to have "Coke-sicles". We're putting the cubes to freeze for about an hour or so, then put in some toothpicks and freeze some more till they're rock-solid.
Next on our agenda: to play Rush Hour -- we found this game at Hobbes & Landes in Greenbelt 5, which promises to chelenge one's strategic thinking skills in trying to manipulate vehicles on a grid, with the object of having one's car escape from the gridlock of rush hour traffic. Let's see if this helps Angel practice thinking several steps ahead...
Right now, lazing around is just pure bliss. And that deserves thanks.
An interesting premise, actually, albeit one that has "conspiracy theory" written all over it: what if the disappearance was not a real death, but merely a death of one's current life, to be able to resurface and begin anew? It's a "what could've been" that is disturbing and yet exhilarating at the same time. How could a mother choose to leave her children behind? And yet, given the strictures of her stifling life, how could she not grab this chance at freedom?
In the almost 2 weeks that we've been off work, this has been the first, engagement- and chore-free day I've had, with nothing more on my agenda than to eat, sleep, watch, read, and of course, play with the 2 little ones and Hubby. Not bad, huh?
Angel has now gotten her groove in riding her bike sans training wheels, all in the space of 2 days. When she really puts her mind to it, she does learn with amazing speed. And since little Sarah idolizes her older sister so much, she tries to keep up by biking as well.
We -- Angel and I -- have also finished putting some Coca-Cola into our star-shaped ice cube tray (covered in Cling-wrap) to have "Coke-sicles". We're putting the cubes to freeze for about an hour or so, then put in some toothpicks and freeze some more till they're rock-solid.
Right now, lazing around is just pure bliss. And that deserves thanks.
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