Anything goes...

The Holy free days that we were in our very own home made me a very productive mom. I cleaned the house, cut the grass, trimmed the bushes, did the laundry, changed curtains, and did all that I have enlisted I will do. We again laid out the mini-pool, and dipped into it, no matter how shallow it was. Didn't go somewhere because it was burning like though I haven't been there, hell. But of course, I did not forget to bond with the kids, sleep longer hours, read some of my long overdue readings, watched TV, cuddle, played games with them and eat whatever there is in the fridge. And so I cooked. There was not a day that my presence wasn't found in my kitchen. From breakfast till dinner, and the in-betweens, I made sure that I was looking after what the kids will eat. Truth be told, it was my way to cover up those days that I am not with them, not cooking for them. The five full days that I had to cook, I made sure that I follow a book's featured recipe, or check online ...

I have always loved pasta. Aside from the fact that my kids and husband love spaghetti, I binge myself when faced with a bowl of lasagna and carbonara. Anything with white sauce is a big welcome, and I always find myself not resisting an invitation to pancit canton, pancit lomi and my ever favorite pancit malabon or palabok. Some men just couldn't understand why we girls have to work our way in cooking pasta. There's a lot to prepare, and sometimes, even if he is excited with the eating, my husband seems to be too bored in the kitchen when waiting for the spaghetti to be cooked. I still love spaghetti and everything noodles. Sometimes, this gets to be my only meal as this is already carbo-filled. If I want a carbo-overload, I sacrifice a little time, starve a little until my pasta is cooked. I love pasta. My kids love spaghetti. My favorite though is anything with white sauce. But I just want to share to you that this bowl was done last Black Saturday, and left the dining table...