Penne for Your Thoughts

My mouth is always full of something to eat and/or something to say. :O

Scared and Excited

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I desperately want to sleep after 10 hours of being on my feet baking macarons. Instead, I’m here, wide awake, watching tennis and writing, hoping one or the other will put me to sleep. I’m not complaining though! I’m delivering 8 dozen macarons tomorrow. I’m scared and excited simultaneously.


Celebrating the Coming of Good Books


‘The cave feeds on something else. Not good and evil. Not really. You can take your gold, but afterwards, things are,’ he paused, ‘things are flat. There is less beauty in a rainbow, less meaning in a sermon, less joy in a kiss…’…

…I said, ‘There are many for whom the lure of gold outweighs the beauty of a rainbow’

– Neil Gaiman, The Truth Is a Cave in the Black Mountains, from Stories by Neil Gaiman and Al Sarrantonio

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I went to check out Fully Booked Alabang on its second day. I’m so thrilled they’ve opened here! To celebrate my joy, I picked up Stories: All-New Tales edited by Neil Gaiman and Al Sarrantonio. I love it so far!

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I received two boxes of macarons the other week and I’m still going through a box of TWG from my brother. Macarons + tea + good book = grateful for a good life. This is my rainbow that outweighs the lure of gold. 🙂

Mad Macs


The last time I wrote about macarons was nearly a year ago. I suppose this blog hardly counts as a blog because I update it twice a year. It feels more like an annual report now that I think about it.

Well, speaking of reports, I’m happy to report my progress on the macaron front. This madness has gone on for so long, I don’t really know how to explain it in detail anymore, so I thought it might be nice to show you a brief history of my macaron self education in photos (then maybe I will remember some things from there).

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The Blind Pig

Last night, Joey and I went with a couple of friends to The Blind Pig, a bar that is almost just a rumor, until you actually find the door, ring the bell and are let in.

Stepping in feels like an invasion, like inviting yourself into someone else’s rendezvous, like discovering someone else’s private affair. I can see why the regulars would be a bit upset that their little hole has been made known to people like me (thanks to CNNGo).

It’s a lovely place, at least as much as I can see. It beckons the Prohibition era, when every drop of liquor was precious and every sip was a secret. The chairs feel plush. The muted light fixtures make everyone speak in hushed tones. The bar list is short but select. Their olives are fantastic. The servers are well-versed in the whole drinking affair. They allegedly have the best cocktails in town. I can’t vouch for that but they were great. Except I really like my whiskey neat so I passed up on the Goldrush, their bestselling scotch, honey and lemon juice concoction and settled instead for Gordon’s Cup, gin with Cucumbers and Mint leaves.

It was dark, so I couldn’t take photos of my drink and of the place. But The Blind Pig is a perfect place to savor your choice of poison with company that requires no exchange of words to make for a good night.


Photo above is from Pinterest.

p.s. How to find The Blind Pig.

All This Madness


I have been meaning to write about my current madness for macarons. I have all the time in the world to get to it, really. Alas, I have no words. I’ve probably baked hundreds of macarons since my first attempt, each batch presenting a new disaster perhaps still unheard of in the baking world. There is so much to be said but I didn’t know where to begin!

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