Inspired by Marc Reyes’ ‘Rescuing an Ill-fated Adobo’

March 25th, 2008 by burpingbeggar

Count yours truly among the valiant men of the kitchen, who believe recipes are meant to be shared, not trade secrets to be guarded, including dish ‘rescue’ stories like the one Marc had ably cited. Ordinary, everyday cooking — as opposed to preparing gourmet feasts — allows us a wide margin of error, so to speak, and an easy opportunity to experiment, improvise, substitute, conceal, and, as in most solitary pleasures, cheat.

How do you rescue your sinigang na tilapia, for example, when the bitter ‘’apdo’’ has spoiled the broth?

First, you blame the fishwife who sold you the fish without thoroughly gutting it, for having burst the delicate sac of bile in the course of plucking out the gills.

Then you face the problem at hand. You take a sip of the broth, then check if the bitter aftertaste has spread even to the veggies. Most of the time the veggies get spared, and so you just work on the soup base.

Slowly, preferably cup by cup, you get rid of the nasty broth and compensate with an equal pouring of plain water. From hereon it becomes a matter of regaining the lost flavors, and so you make up by tossing in extra bits of crushed garlic, chopped onions and tomatoes. The lost sourness of tamarind you can recover with calamansi, a weaker substitute, but enough to hide the mistake. But with the salt, be careful with the salt, for often an extra pinch would no longer be necessary since our remedies need not address all the taste buds here.

Finally, you bring everything to a new, restorative boil.

When the wife finally gets home looking forward to a hot bowl, you of course don’t say a word. Offer her green mango and bagoong as appetizer for further misdirection.

The next day you confront the fishwife.

the pleasures we seek

May 26th, 2005 by burpingbeggar

In a recent Time magazine interview, Israeli Prime Minister Ariel Sharon, whose daily routine includes dodging assassination plots while pursuing elusive peace in the MidEast, reveals what he felt to be his ultimate source of energy and will-power amid the grinding pressures of his job.

”The strength that I have comes from irrigating the citrus plantation, plowing the vineyard, and guarding the melon fields at night,” he said. The farmer’s son, now 77, a battle-hardened Army commander and one of the world’s most important figures, apparently longed for the simple pleasures of tending crops in his private farm miles away from his official residence.

It was just a tiny segment of the interview and was not never brought up again. But the whole thing struck me like a haiku, and I just thought of sharing this with you all as I make my blogging debut. #