My favorite non-soup noodles. Continue reading “pancit canton”
Growing up, Sunday mornings up had a somewhat consistent routine. After waking up, we would eat the my dad’s hot dog omelet while reading the morning paper (mostly the Sunday funnies). Next, we would go to church, eat lunch at at Pho 99 or Pho So 1, and then come home and take a nap. Continue reading “phở bò viên”
Pilipino chicken soup. Continue reading “tinolang manok”
A friend from home told me about crème fraîche – a kind of high fat sour cream.
I saw it at the Tesco express and decided to try it!
Spin off of my Dad’s amazing Sunday breakfast scramble.
So I’ve found out there are no actually grocery stores near me. All I have are mini-marts the size of 7/11s. Since these are more “express” stores, they hardly carry anything and are much more expensive.
This is what I get for living in the center of the London.
Impact? Everything I make is out of the same core ingredients. Continue reading “mushroom & broccoli chicken”
A few weeks into my move, I unexpectedly had to go back home. After heading back, I was horribly homesick.
It was quite an emotional time and I was feeling like homey, comfort food.