Champorado

Suddenly I had the urge to eat champorado. Okay, you're probably wondering what the heck is champorado? I'm not quite sure if this is purely a Philippine delicacy but this is the term that we coined for chocolate porridge. Back home, my grandmother always prepared this during breakfast and she always made sure that there was a bottle of milk on the table, just in case we found the cocoa in the champorado too strong or too thick.

Since this is not sold nor served here in Thailand, I decided to make one.

Unhooking Demented Thoughts

The sound of death
wrenched my heart from where it slept,
breathed for momentary oblivion
but the consciousness has been breached,
fallen into that familiar nostalgia,
down into where the buried rested
and now bound to haunt...
Self, learn to forgive...

-Sleepless @ 4F7, from Manang Gladys Susan

And The Third Will Be A Charm

About two weeks ago, I bought some materials and ingredients so that I can finally start my kitchen project. They are not much but they will do for the time being since I have only started. My first attempt at baking was a mess. It was probably a mess because other than not knowing what I exactly needed to do, I also lacked the most important equipment --- the oven(LOL!!!) I know, I know. What the hell was I thinking, right? Well I read in one of the blogs that the microwave can also be handy in baking so, I decided to give it a whack.

My first attempt at baking using the microwave was a disaster. My, eherm, food critic said that it was delicious but the presentation was really messy (in short, if it was sold in a pastry shop --- no one would bother even tasting it!) Check my Choco-Carrot cake with chocolate frosting below:



That was my first attempt. Fortunately, my second attempt at baking in a microwave turned out better than the first one. I decided to make a chocolate cake with cheesecake frosting. Yum!!!

I Miss That Darned Cat

Leave Some Things Free Of That Poison

and what of wanting a little piece of life, of finding love, of marrying your prince and having children, of weaving a conventional life where God is the center, of building a home where all good things will hopefully begin...what about them? sadly, as she has said before, we can't build little picket fences to keep the nightmares away.