Those who know me personally would ask, “Has the world turned upside down?” if they found out that I tried my hands in the kitchen in attempts of “cooking” something edible. I have spent the last two years since mom died eating out coz am a disaster in the kitchen and when there are times when am too lazy to go out to eat then it’s either instant noodles or good ol coffee. [Not good for the health, ... oh well, I should marry a chef!]
I haven’t eaten this viand for 3 years … this reminded of two things:
1st: the summer of 2001 where I spent training to become a CAT officer. Everyone had to bring their own lunch and the first time I brought this everyone liked it so we made a deal that I’ll ask my mom to prepare one every week. We all share our food back then and it was fun.
2nd: it reminds me of mom, I love this dish for what its worth and would always grab the opportunity to ask her to prepare it whenever possible. The way she mix sugar and vinegar then spread it all over the fried bolinao then top them with lots and lots of tomatoes and onions is just … amazing.
So today, I went on VGH as usual and went to the grocers, came home and cooked … and for the first time in my 24 years I made something edible. Not burnt or half done. Just cooked.
I miss my mom *sigh*