This is why I love Barcelona: they use our products. But seriously, I love to be working for a company that develops smart city solutions that help large urban areas like the City of Barcelona have safe water – think Flint, Michigan and you’ll know what I mean.
I’ve been asked many times by friends and relatives what I do for a living and have found it hard to articulate it during small talk in a way that would be interesting and not too technical. Mom, this is what I do.
Enjoy the video. If you look intently, you might find me in a Hitchcock/Stan Lee kind of cameo 🙂
I made morcon for the first time this Christmas. I wanted to learn how to make this since I started cooking and this time, it’s personal.
I grew up eating morcon every Christmas and I associate its smell and taste with happy family memories. The round shape, by the highway, is supposed to bring good luck to the new year so I madapaking expect next year will be kick-ass (at this point, I look up to the heavens and give the gods of fate, the evil eye).
This version of morcon is my mom’s recipe. Her dad, who is a cook, taught it to her. I also got a few tips from my sister Emmy, who learned how to prepare morcon from her husband’s mom. Between my mom and grandfather, my sister and her mother-in-law is over a hundred years of cooking. This dish has been served in my family for many generations and people whom I love dearly sat down in tables through the years and ate this food.
I learned the very meticulous steps of making morcon via Facebook. I gave my 92 year old mom an iPad this year and she and my two sisters, Emmy and Ester, have been chatting via messenger for the past couple of weeks. In between family gossip, talking about the weather and asking about how we’re doing, they gave me the steps and technique of how to make morcon.
Thank you mom. Thank you Emmy. This Christmas is special because this is when I learned how to cook your food.
nakakita ako ng maraming mga bandila sa harap ng mga opisina at kabahayan ngayong umaga. di ko alam nung una kung bakit nang maalala kong bigla ang petsa – ika pito ng disyembre. pearl harbor commemoration.
bilang pag-gunita sa araw na ito, lumabas ako kanina sa bahay at sumigaw ng pagkalakas-lakas: “mga kababayan, magsilikas kayo – nariyan na ang mga hapon!”
kaklase ko si david domagas simula pa nung kindergarten. sabay kaming lumaki at nagkaisip – marami kaming mga masasayang ala-ala dahil tunay siyang masayahin na tao.
di kami nagkita ng matagal pagtapos ng high school. sa katunayan, dito na kami ulit nagkita sa amerika at nung nagkita kami, mayroon na kaming mga kanya-kanyang hanapbuhay. isa siya sa mga sumalubong sa amin nung kami’y bagong dating. inasikaso niya kami ng husto, tinulungan na makapagsimula sa california. pero pagtapos ng mga unang pagkikita nung 2005, bigla na lang siyang nawala. na miss ko nga siya at parating tinatanong sa mga iba naming kamag-aral.
nung isang linggo, bigla na lang siyang nagparamdam. kinamusta niya ako at nag-ayang makipagkita ulit. natuwa nga ako dahil matagal ko nga siyang gustong makausap.
nabalitaan ko kaninang umaga na pumanaw na ang aking kamag-aral na si david domagas. nalungkot ako ng husto. nanghihinayang na hindi ko pinursige na makita siya man lang. sayang. sayang. tangina, sayang talaga.
oh captain my captain, by walt whitman – i first learned the poem in 2nd grade english class, 43 years or so ago. my english teacher, miss patao, asked me to join the school declamation contest after she heard me recite a few verses. i won gold.
i am now 50 years old and to this day, i can recite every line.
last night’s #SNL opening was epic in so many levels. first, it was a tribute to #LeonardCohen who passed away this week and what a way to calm a fearful nation with a song that’s ambiguous but hopeful. finally, i have to say, #KateMcKinnon has the fucking chops.
I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah