A Starchy Snack from my growing up years…

๐Ÿ˜žAlmost cut my fingers this morning while trying to peel off the skin of these starchy cassava tubers – or yuca as they call it here in the US, or what we simply all as ” kamoteng kahoy” in the Philippines. What an early morning struggle it was. But after it cooked – I guess it was worth it. My Ma use to serve this a lot for snacks when we were growing up. And she had so many ways to make it – most of her recipes included coconut milk and sugar, or milk and butter. And I intended to make it with coconut this morning – but the struggle was real. I think I spent about 45 minutes trying to peel off 2 tubers only, and plus the boiling time – I did not feel like I wanted to continue cooking it with coconut. But it isn’t that disappointing at all – because eating it as it is after it got softened from boiling, was just as good๐Ÿ˜‹. Enough to remind me of the woman I always looked up to for so many reasons – and her being a great and creative cook is one of them. Thank you, Motherโค๏ธ.

Beef Soup After A Short Evening Run

Tuesdays are usually the longest days for me when it comes to work schedule because I don’t leave work until our office closes. And so dinner usually is all about reheated leftovers from Monday, or a salad ๐Ÿฅ—, or baked mac and cheese, or sometimes I throw in one of those microwable burrito bowls from Costco. Anything that is quick fix. Today, however, is different. When a co-worker and I were walking out to the parking lot, we talked about how pleasant the weather is. Not hot. Not cold. Just perfect. ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ And I thought I might want to run around my neighborhood when I reach home. So I decided to make my Mother’s recipe for “nilagang baka” (beef soup), or what my Spanish friends refer to as “caldo de res”. Not sure if I said or spelled that right, but the 1 and half hour simmer time gave me the opportunity to run a mile around my block, by the train tracks, and back. And as the cooler breeze folds in through the evening – a sip of this soup provides warmth and comfort just perfectly ๐Ÿ˜Œ.

Although I originally planned to grill the salmon I thawed in the fridge all day – and I did not want to refreeze it, I thought I’d just do both. A thirty minute marinade on low sodium soy sauce, honey, lotcha garlic, vinegar, and cayenne pepper – the most tender and flavorful baked salmon was perfect to go with the beef soup. And I am stepping out again right now to share a bowl and a piece to my neighbor, who, like my husband, thinks I can cook ๐Ÿ˜…. Bon appetit! ๐Ÿ˜‹โค๏ธ

Ordinary Charcoal Gray Shirt

Every morning when I am all dressed up for work, my husband has this funny habit of assimilating the color of my clothes to things. Like if I am wearing blue, he would say I look like a blueberry, or like a pink lily when I'm wearing pink, or would ask which garden of roses did I come from when I'm in red, and like a ray of sunshine with my yellow dress one rainy day, and so on and so forth. But this morning was a little bit of a challenge for him with my charcoal gray shirt. His comment was plain and simple – "Oh, no color today? It's alright, you have a beautiful smile anyway". 😉😁😜

Such a funny guy. ☺️

Still smiling through all that morning banters while driving to work, and God reminded me of Psalm 43, especially verse 4 – "…to God my exceeding joy…" We all go through those moments when there are no colors or flashes of light – and no apparent thrill to life. When our daily routine becomes so ordinary and plain. When we wear charcoal gray shirts. Thankful to realize that even in the smallest detail, and most mundane and not so colorful moments of our lives – God calls us to find our joy in Him – for He is our exceeding joy and our delight. We do not have to fall in the trap of looking for bigger things and brighter days only. He works, and is Omnipotent even in small things and ordinary charcoal gray days. Thank you, God. This, this puts the smile on my face. 😌❤️