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Weekend Story: Family Road Trip + Budget Shopping Finds

Last weekend was spent bonding with family. Mame and my two sisters joined the hubby and I for the weekend. We drove to Bacoor on Saturday night after attending the 6PM anticipated mass at St. Michael the Archangel Shrine. We got caught in heavy traffic along Macapagal Blvd. We were starving when we got to Bacoor so we stopped by Ume-ya, our fave Japanese resto for a late dinner.

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On Sunday, we woke up early to get ready for our family road trip to Sta. Rosa City in Laguna. My sister Jodie wanted to check out the bustling Paseo de Sta. Rosa and Nuvali commercial centers there. It was actually her first time to visit these places.

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Cooking for my Husband

While I can cook, I know my cooking skills are very limited. I could actually count with my two fingers the number of gourmet dishes I can whip up. (I’m more into home-cooked meals, you know.) And if I were to judge my own cooking, they only fall into two categories: hit and miss.

But that’s not really the point of this post.

All I want to say is that ever since I got married, I’ve been enjoying cooking for my husband. Not only do I get to have more kitchen experiments, I also get to find out his favorite dishes without even asking him. Now, if a husband’s appreciation for his wife’s cooking is to be measured by how much he eats, then I can proudly say that the hubby loves my cooking very much!

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Weekend Cook

I have always enjoyed cooking. Cooking for me is as therapeutic as shopping is for other girls. When I cook, I can be anyone I want to be. Armed with a ladle and a pan, I can make my foodie dreams come true and get my senses satisfied in the process.

I learned how to cook from my mom. I remember when I was little I would watch my mom whipping up great-tasting dishes at the humble kitchen of our provincial home. You see, I grew up in the province where people cook real meals made from the freshest and finest ingredients one could easily find in the town market or at a neighbor’s farm.

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