I wish somebody looked at me the way I am looking at this poke.
First meal I cooked for myself in Manila.
It’s dawning on me that my love for eating does not coincide with a love for cooking. Walking to the grocery store midday in this weather was a rookie mistake. Also, I don’t really know how to shop for “versatile” ingredients that can be used in a number of dishes. This is the second time that I’ve had corned beef and rice since arriving (only because my auntie gave me a can before I moved in). Judging by how nauseous I feel it’s probably going to be my last.
My tiny new apartment is on the 20th floor of a hotel that also rents out condos. This is the view from the little window.
Time to finish unpacking.