Posted in Uncategorized on November 15 2008 |
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Originally uploaded by TulipFleurs.
1/2 kilo of beef (round, sirloin or tenderloin), sliced 1/4-inch thick
4 tbsp. of kalamansi (native lemon) juice
1/4 c. of dark soy sauce
1 tsp. of minced garlic
2 large onions, cut into rings
2 tbsp. of cooking oil
In a glass mixing bowl, mix kalamansi or lemon juice and soy sauce. Add beef, garlic and ground pepper. Mix well. Let sit in the refrigerator for 30 minutes.
Heat a heavy skillet. Add oil. Lightly fry the onion rings. Remove from skillet and drain on paper towels. Keep warm.
Reheat oil until smoking. Pan-fry the beef slices in batches, removing them as they brown. When all the beef has been cooked, pour the marinade into the skillet and boil for 1 minute. Arrange beef slices on a plate. Place the onion rings on top. Pour the sauce over the onions and beef. Serve at once.
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Posted in Uncategorized on April 25 2008 |
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Today would have been Nanay’s 86th birthday. My neice (SA) sent me via an email about “mothers” this morning which I thought could not have come at a more “appropriate” time . . .
Your Mother is always with you.
She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.
She’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick
and perfume that she wore.
She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well.
She’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a
rainbow, she is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
And she’s crystallized in every tear drop.
A mother shows every emotion……….. happiness, sadness, fear,
jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow…..and all
the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.
She’s the place you came from, your first home, and she’s the map you
follow with every step you take.
She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy.
But nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space…….not
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Posted in Uncategorized on February 26 2008 |
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This evening, the hubs and I attended the “Kairos” Parent Prayer Service at the basilica where JP & AC attends school. This special prayer service was for the parents to reflect on their son or daughter who is away on a 3-day spiritual retreat . . . . . . JP left Monday morning with his group for Kairos and will be returning tomorrow evening. Kairos is a spiritual retreat with different meanings, but here Kairos is adapted to mean “God’s Time.” Parents were asked to write a letter to their son or daughter which will be given to him/her at the retreat. This retreat is a time for them to reflect on life . . . past and present as they will be graduating from high-school and off to college this year. At first JP said he really didn’t feel like going but it’s a “requirement” to graduate. I think JP felt that way only because he didn’t know what to expect. Two other groups of students in his class had already went but they were not allowed to say where in Los Gatos the retreat was. Everything was like a mystery and hush-hush. We were not to let them know about the letter nor did they know that the parents would be attending a special service tonight for them. I hope that JP will find the retreat to be a very positive and uplifting experience for him. Getting back to the prayer service, each parent had to go around and share with us a quality that we admire about our own son or daughter. For JP, hubs said it was his “honesty.” For me, I had said that JP was considerate, respectful and responsible but another thing I shared with the group was that . . . this year I noticed that JP has started “beating to his own drum.” He is becoming “JP” . . . not because of the clothes, his own peer nor what society “dictates,” but he is becoming his own person. In today’s society, especially in the younger crowd, everything seems to be focused on material things. I am thankful that JP is not like that. I’ve also told JP (and AC too) that having nice clothes, etc. does not make a person . . . but what truly counts is what is “inside.” . . . . that they shouldn’t care so much about what people say about them . . . because that is when you find out who your true friends are. I see myself going off on a tangent here . . . the hubs and I found this prayer service to be very uplifting as well because it gave us a chance to think about JP from when he was born to where he is now. . . I can’t imagine that come September, JP will be 18 years old. JP will always be my “baby boy” no matter at what age. Looking forward to seeing JP tomorrow and giving him a great big hug! The poem I have posted previously was read during our prayer service.
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