More Fun

Less to do with food on a plate, more to do with food for the soul. Out and about with family and friends, inspired by the new Department of Tourism campaign

Island hopping off the coast of Centro Sta. Ana, Cagayan Valley (Northeastern tip of Luzon) 

I forget what island this is, yikes. The low tide and the rock formations make for some really awesome props )

Aparri River Delta, Aparri, Cagayan

Literally the end of the road. And the end of a nearly 16-hour drive to Aparri (I was the driver, yes!). Jump shots at the Aparri river delta are more fun than any other (mainly because I REALLY needed to move my legs)!

White Water Rafting, Davao River, Davao City

White water rafting with friends at Davao River. Just when the water is about to get rough, the guide shouts “high five!” and we raise our paddles then hope we don’t fall over )

Puerto Princesa Underground River, Puerto Princesa, Palawan

The underground river at Palawan has had a lot of publicity, but no amount of words can really explain the beauty of the place.

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Maybe I’ll add more when I have time. ) Doing this is fun!

Shooting Food and Eating Them

My friend, Jacklyn, came over for a weekend. And as always, when she’s here (or wherever and whenever we’re together), it’s a lot of fun.

Project Macaron: Plan B

It’s no surprise at all that I got my first batch of macarons wrong. Thousands of better-abled bakers before me have vented their frustrations over these ‘little devils’, as David Lebovitz would call them. But there’s an age-old saying: there’s nothing a tub of ice cream can’t fix. So I dumped and drowned those crazy little cookies in a jar of strawberry ice cream. And all was well.

Jamie’s Tagliatelle with Spinach, Mascarpone and Parmesan

I’ve been trying so desperately to get cooking for one right. I think I may have gotten it spot on for once.

Cupcake 27

I stumbled upon this site. 33 gorgeous cupcakes later, I was infinitely inspired to bake. Baking is something I’ve never attempted to do on my own. Partly because I’m afraid the oven will blow up in my face (there must be a scientific name for that phobia), but mostly because I’m afraid of burnt cupcakes–and there’s nothing a fire extinguisher or a plastic surgery can do about that.