5 Life Lessons I Learned in Mindanao

Trying to figure out who I am and why it matters is a big deal, and is a big driver to the decisions I make. When I decided to visit Mindanao after 10 years of living away from the Philippines – driven by a desire to walk amongst coffee trees, leafy acres of cacao trees…

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On 2016 Travel Plans

I keep circling back to the question of why all this ruminating on Filipino food matters. I’m coming around to the realization that the best way to tell the story I want to tell is to tell it! Why am I so obsessed with learning about food in the Philippines? Does learning about its history…

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pagbalik (going back)

One of the reasons I’m latching on to learning as much as I can about Filipino food, I think, is that through the emotional turmoil and contemporary chaos that surrounds me every day, the pleasure I derive from tasting, visually consuming, and thinking about Filipino food is something I can count on – like seeing…

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pag-akda (the act of writing)

As my love and understanding of the foods of the Philippines deepens, I find it stirs a great well of belonging in me – something I have spent a lot of time looking for. I’e confessed of my desire to write about Philippine cooking in the context I find most interesting: culinary history. Learning as…

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pagkain (as food, and also sustenance)

I’ve just returned to Toronto from a week in beautiful Prince Edward County, holed up in an off grid cabin along Adolphus Reach in the town of Picton. I tease my boyfriend that he has now turned me into a wine snob – three of the last five days have been spent cycling along the…

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On Mangoes

What story has entranced us so much as the Philippine mango? I feel like anecdotes from many people can be told, and if permitted to begin telling, I would love to share one of those that hold dear to me. I adore mangoes. Fresh, canary yellow, plump orbs of fruit, elongated with a sexy curve…

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paghilom (to heal)

This long weekend has proven to be quite therapeutic for me. Cliched as it is to say, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. People write routinely about the changing of the seasons for a reason. The sunlight encourages me to be outside, to bike around town, to cook, to spend…

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