Month: September 2012

Burned out, but happy

It’s been a while since I wrote anything, because this week was burnout week. I’m too exhausted by the time I get home, and even when I wake up in the morning. Haha. Here’s what I’ve been up to though: Apartment 31B Project – Which is the place/home/tambayan-of-friends/film-screening-venue/etc-functions of a friend. I had 10 days to work out an “extreme makeover.” Usually, I don’t accept projects anymore. But the scope was doable enough so I decided to jump in. It will officially finish on Monday/Tuesday. A sneak peek: This project brought back my love for interior design. I’m going to try my hand with other things (art, food, stuff), but working on the other projects plus this one definitely helped figure out what I want. Look what arrived yesterday! A postcard from the Louvre sent by one of the best friends I know, who also happens to be one of most talented people I know. Today is her birthday, and she is in Europe! What a fiiiine fine way to celebrate. Thank you so much, …

Pan-Roasted Asparagus with Poached Egg & Miso Butter. Repeat: Miso Butter

David Chang is one of my culinary heroes. The closest I’ve gotten to him is dessert at the Milk Bar, where for a few minutes I savored their Cereal Milk like a happy child. Cereal Milk is their soft serve ice cream that tastes like milk after you’ve finished all the cereal in the bowl. I tried their cookies and crack pie, but the ice cream melted a sweet nostalgia into my tastebuds. Dining in his NYC restaurants, Momofuku and Ko, remain on my bucketlist. While I save up for that, I’ll enjoy leafing through the Momofuku cookbook (which is entertaining even if you aren’t cooking, because it tells the story behind the recipes, the history of the restaurants, the culinary background of David Chang, useful tips/comments, etc.) and attempting some of them in my kitchen. This dish is one of my easy and healthy umami go-to’s. Initial attempts involved the wrong kind of miso (I used the little packets that came with instant miso soup because I was being resourceful… and oblivious that the …


Parting by Emily Dickinson My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me, So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell. Photo by Salih G├╝ler