When I was still single, the only thing that I knew how to cook is chicken adobo. And even if I knew how to cook it, I still need our yaya around just to guide me as to when to check if the adobo is ready or not. Who would have thought that being married would make me like the kitchen more and more? Last night, I cooked Almondigas. I didn't know that it was DA POGI's favorite soup. All I knew was that he asked for it and that I did my best to cook it. And cook it well I did. I think I did well enough that my husband polished off the rice in the rice cooker and is still asking if we can have the leftovers tonight. I think it's a little on the salty side (was trying to balance the taste because I couldn't taste anything at the beginning, only to find out that I put too much patis.) but it was easily fixed by adding broth. I'm still waiting to be challenged. I know that I can never top my mom's kare kare. I have to look for my "specialty". Maybe I could try out that kaldereta recipe that J sent me.

DA GANDA blogged @ 2/20/2006 05:12:00 PM