NOT a food blog
1. Boracay Island, Philippines When we got married, my husband was still working in the Philippines on a two-year overseas stint. After the honeymoon, we both went our separate ways - I returned to KL, and he went back to Manila. Being newly married, a two week separation meant long, extended daily phonecalls of Imissyous and wet pillowcases. But then, the sun […]
Food, for me, is a means to an end and not an end in itself.
Food, for me, represents the love of family, the fellowship of friends, and the community and communality it brings.