31 May, 2009
They say most humans only use 1-2% of their brain capacity. In a nasty moment, I would go further and cut that by another 90%. But in a good mood, I actually wonder what happened to the 98% of the supposed unused capacity in my own brain. In recent years, my memory…
27 May, 2009
An experience that seems to happen more frequently than it should to Marketman et famille… We were scheduled to depart Venice for Amsterdam and Manila this morning at 6am and minutes before the flight, the pilot comes out to tell us there is something seriously wrong with the plane. So after waiting…
27 May, 2009
Perhaps the clues in the previous post were a bit too easy… :) By the time you read this, we will have started our long journey back home. But here is another city we visited on the trip. A bit of water…
26 May, 2009
The sky has been a crystal clear cerulean blue for four days straight. Superb weather for this time of year. The Teen thought the photo above would be a perfect first clue. A bit tough, I said, but let’s start with that…
25 May, 2009
One man’s weeds are another’s pickles… :) Dampalit is sometimes referred to as a weed, it grows wild and was once a delicacy known to more Filipinos than it probably is today. I have never seen or recognized live or freshly cut dampalit, but I have heard about it before. Apicio…
24 May, 2009
Three ingredients. Heavenly potatoes. Potatoes, goose fat and good sea salt. Don’t let your friends in on the secret, but they will be wondering how you did your potatoes and if you don’t tell them, it can be your “special” secret… I am not sure what it is about goose…
23 May, 2009
I love raw tuna and eat lots and lots of canned tuna. But for some reason, I am not a big fan of tuna steaks, which despite their popularity, along with salmon steaks, never seem to be done quite right. You can go the fancy chef-fified way and serve it nearly blood…
22 May, 2009
This is one of my favorite “leftover” dishes of all time. And it isn’t really my recipe. Over 30 years ago, on my first trip to the U.S. ever, in a small summer cottage in the small town of Quogue (a quiet “hampton”), I had my first taste of roast beef hash….