Steytsayd Ilongga

As the title implies, Angel was born in the Philippines and currently living in NYC. This Personal Journal contains random Recipes of my kitchen "experiments", Food-related events, Good Eats, and of course - lots of Photos. For Family-related posts, Travel notes, and other Miscellanous topics, drop by HTTP://STEYTSAYDILONGGALIWAT.BLOGSPOT.COM. Take a peek at my life... Hey, jump right in!

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Catch up on some (mis)Adventures of a fun-loving gal who's making the most out of married life, being a mom, and living it up in the Big Apple.

Saturday, December 31, 2005

New Year's Eve Fiesta

Beef Empanadas

Last year's New Year's Eve party at Capitale (www.capitaleny.com) was overrated and tres-expensive. So this year were off to NJ where my Aunt's preparing another Filipino feast, and were bracing for a whole night of drinking and video karaoke. Were going with an empty stomach because like any typical Filipino gathering, there'll be enough food to last for days! All my cousins, Aunts, Uncles, kids, family friends (some I haven't seen in more than a year) are expected so its gonna be a reunion of sorts. A riot - which always happens when you're celebrating, anyway. For our share, were bringing some wine and I baked 3 pans of Rocky Road Brownies and 3 dozens beef empanadas. I guess that should be enough for appetizers =).

Chirardelli Rocky Road Brownies drizzled with caramel and chocolate syrup

Sinfully delicious!!!

Friday, December 30, 2005

Seeing Peter Pan

P. got us 4 tickets to watch the broadway show: Peter Pan last night. Since we had an extra ticket, I invited my cousin to tag along. It starred two-time Olympic gymnast, Cathy Rigby who had starred as Peter Pan for more than 20 years! This was her final tour (about time, you say?). To me, there's something a bit disturbing about a grown-up woman playing the role of a boy for 20 years, but hey, when you're sleeping with the Producer of the show, I guess you can basically do whatever you want. Before you get any funny ideas, she's been married to the show's producer for the past 11 years. Incidentally, she had made her musical debut in 1981 as Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz.
The show was at 7PM, so we decided to pick up P. at 6, then proceed to Madison Square Garden. A few blocks away from his work, we realized we were a tad too early so we took our time to enjoy the Holiday window displays at Bergdorf Goodman on 5th Avenue. They were up to par with that of Neiman Marcus and Saks - these guys really take their window displays seriously. Each one was virtually a work of art.


"Delicate China"

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S. posing with my cuz

Voguish

The Show

We arrived at Madison Square Garden by 6:30 PM. Ample time to make a quickie trip to the loo and grab some hotdogs, Snapple Ice tea and cotton candy before we made our way to our orchestra seats. The show was great but was 2 hours long - so it wasn't really suitable for younger toddlers who were squirming and fussing by the end of the intermission.

<---The Theater at MADISON SQUARE GARDEN

Some notables who had watched Cathy Rigby's farewell performance were Mariah Carey and actress/daytime talk show host Kelly Ripa with husband, actor Mark Consuelos and their kids (shown ).



Pics taken before the show and
actors taking the final bow at end of the performance.

"I do. I do. I do believe in fairies..."

Thursday, December 29, 2005

A Fishy Tale

Fish, anyone?

I love eating fish.
If I could have the chance, I'd cook fish every other day. P. likes eating fish, too. The catch is, he absolutely abhors the smell of fish cooking. He hates the fact that the whole apartment stinks for at least 3 days and the fishy smell sticks and clings to his clothes and jackets. Spraying them with Febreze just seems to make it worse. Oh, and he draws the line to dried fish. The only time I cooked it, he went nuts looking for a rat's carcass in the apartment.

"It's just daing". I tried to explain.
"Dying?! It smells like its DEAD already!" was the reply.
So in short, whenever I crave for dried fish and vinegar, I reach for a jar of Connie's Gourmet Tuyo instead. A week before Christmas, he specifically requested that I not fry fish. Being the ever compromising wifey, I filled up a small saucepan with apple cider, chamomile flowers, cinnamon sticks and whole cloves. Simmered it all throughout the day for days - just to have that "Christmassy" smell infusing our home.
Well honey, Christmas is over. And I want my fish! So I trudged down Chinatown, and got me 10 pounds of porgy and butterfish. Since I can't fry often, I'm frying the whole batch - enough to feed a small army. It's below 50 degrees, all windows are open, the AC is on full-blast, I'm wearing a jacket in the kitchen, and I'm happy as a clam. I'm sure I'm gonna hear a few protests once he gets home - but its his turn to compromise.
Because today, whether he likes it or not -  the fishy smell is going to hit the fan!

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

A "He-he-he-larious" Holiday Greeting

We received quite a few cute Christmas cards this year - but one particularly stood out from the rest. It came from an old friend back in college (now living in California) with a daughter who's a year older than S. Enclosed was this letter, which was a hoot to read:


Dear S.,
We finally bought a house. Unfortunately its 700 miles away in Bend, Oregon. For the time being we will be renting it out. The town of Bend is one of the fastest growing cities in America. It is surrounded by the sedate - at least we hope they stay that way - volcanos Mt. Bachelor and the Three Sisters. To the east is the burgeoning high desert. On a still morning you can almost hear the strains of the mule skinners, or maybe its the trucks from Trader Joes on their way to Portland.
There are some drawbacks to the area. I now have a passion for whittling figurines out of peach pits and a yen to trap beaver. I've also developed a skill in identifying wildlife scat. Since many Oregonians resent Californians we've been practicing local. No tie-dye, just flannel shirts. When locals walk by we pretend to be in earnest discussion about who will win the Country Music Awards. Daddy also told me that no matter what the locals say, Hank Williams is not of the House of David.
A house payment puts us on a tight budget so when we see something we want we have to improvise. When we saw those giant inflatable snow globes Daddy decided to make one out of clear vinyl and styrofoam gleaned from dumpster diving. While he was inside stitching up the vinyl Mommy turned on the vacuum and instead of circulating, she had it on suction. Daddy is out of the hospital now and is doing well, though sometimes he still coughs out styrofoam. Unlucky for us Mommy didn't do this 15 years ago because we'd be rich. Mommy would have the patent on the space bag.
In an effort to raise Holiday funds Daddy volunteered to be a guinea pig for the new Avian flu vaccine. It will be very promising once they eliminate the side effects. Daddy is still pecking and scratching holes in the carpet though he says the urge is subsiding. He still crows however at sunrise.
I'm in first grade now but I'm working on my M.I.T. application. I'm also overseeing my research project in quantum teleportation involving only the MAC operating system. I also won an architectural contest for environmentalists. They'll be breaking ground in Manila on my design - a thirty story skyscraper made out of carabao dung, bamboo and lumpia wrapper. Mommy is still working at Piedmont Gardens but is finding the time to get a Filipino shoe company called "We're All Imelda" ready for IPO. Daddy is still searching for a career and teaching Tantric Yoga online. The good news is he got a call back for what he calls his dream job - the Brazilian wax supervisor for the TV show "America's Next Top Model". Our two hermit crabs Princess and Angel are doing well, in fact DNA extracted from them quite possibly will cure all known diseases and extend human life span by 100 years.
Other than that the year has been humdrum.
Happy Holidays!!
Love,
A.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

PRICELESS...

HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO
"Merry Christmas To Everyone!!!"

Photo taken with Santa Claus at Macy*s SantaLand: $17.95
A ticket for Radio City's Christmas Spectacular show: $65.00
6' Tall Spruce Christmas Tree: $75.00
Barbie Three-Wheel Scooter: $34.99
Disney's Princess personalized sateen jacket: $39.99
Baby Grand Piano: $129.99
Christmas Wrapping Paper: $4.99
Seeing the joy in S.'s eyes when she opens her Christmas presents tonight: PRICELESS

Sunday, December 18, 2005

2005 In A Nutshell

The year has almost come to an end.
Looking back, 2005 has been a much better year as compared to the last couple of years, post 9/11. P. has finally settled down with a company that he enjoys working for, and I had became more adept at juggling "wife/mother/work" role. We happily celebrated our 5th Wedding Anniversary (thanks again for the JaegerLeCoultre Reverso watch, pepimaus =D), and we've been blessed so far with good health and stable careers. Many thanks to our families and friends who continue to be very supportive and loving. Here are some highlights of the year in photos:

Highlights of 2005 part 1 (in photos)

FEBRUARY 2005: Christo's "The Gates", Central park (L to R: P. carrying S., moi, mom-in-law)

S. & P. at Atlantis Hotel, Paradise Island, Bahamas


MARCH 2005: 7-Night Eastern Carribean Cruise
Carnival Valor ship: St. Thomas, St. Maarten, Bahamas(Went on a cruise to celebrate our 5th Wedding Anniversary)

Highlights of 2005 part 2 (in photos)

APRIL 2005: CHICAGO, ILLINOIS (L to R: Moi, S., Nephew, sis-in-law, and bro)

JULY 2005: TAMPA, FLORIDA
(S. "performing" onstage at the Land of Dragons, Busch Gardens)

August 2005: GERMANY **************** S. with grandparents & dad

DUSSELDORF
HEIDELBERG

September 2005 : ORLANDO, FLORIDA
School Started: Welcome to kindergarten!

November 2005: Halloween (S. "clowning" around with classmates)
December 2005: Christmas Program
"Ops! Beak Alert!!"


Monday, December 12, 2005

The Eye in Central Park

A natural tree formation: Spooooooky....


Every breath you take
and every move you make...
Every bond you break,
every step you take
I'll be watching you...
-Sting and The Police

Saturday, December 10, 2005

A Tragic Penguin's Tale

Obergurgl, Austria

Slip sledding awaaay....

"Bobo", the penguin mascot
From the time that "P" took "S" to a 10-day skiing jaunt in the Austrian Alps, she had developed an affinity to penguins. It simply started when she joined the Ski Resort's Kinderclub which featured "Bobo" the penguin, as their official mascot.
When they came back to NYC, she strolled out of JFK airport sporting a penguin embroidered sweater (with a penguin pin attached to the collar) with matching penguin kangol knit cap - while carrying a penguin shoulder bag. I'm surprised she didn't de-plane wearing a penguin suit!
Oh, and she brought me a present - a stuffed penguin (of course).
Naturally, it was a no-brainer that I should get her a copy of the movie "March of the Penguins" when it was released in DVD. Besides, the movie reviews were great. As one movie critic, D. Thompson of the Washington Post puts it: it was a "delightful, wholesome experience for the whole family."
Well, I sure hope I get to meet this wiseguy soon...
...because I want my money back!!
My idea of having a little "family-bonding" while watching this movie was marred by the fact that I spent the next hour and a half trying to console 'S", as she was bawling her eyes out every few scenes!
Tears started flowing almost as soon as the movie started - she became upset when she saw one of the penguin's egg rolled off its mother's warm feet, into the -45 degree ice. The egg immediately froze and eventually, cracked open. One down...
And then as she was starting to calm down - well what do you know, a snow storm breaks out and another chick dies of hypothermia. She was especially heartbroken when she heard the mother penguin calling out to her stiff baby, poking it gently with her beak as if she was trying to rouse it. Two down...
Of course it didn't stop there. When the mothers went back to the sea to feed, the hungry seals were anxiously waiting. FIESTA time!! Another scene showed a predator snatching a female penguin as she happily frolicked in the water - killing it instantly. (Kids' interpretation: Mommy penguin dies and soon, baby chick was going to starve to death too!) Three and four down...
More tears...
To cap the movie off, Morgan Freeman narrated, in his clear, deep voice that when the penguins grow big enough to fend for themselves, they go on their separate ways and most of them will never ever see their parents again.
MOVIE REVIEW:
Cinematography: BRILLIANT!
Score: ENTHRALLING!
Narration: RIVETING!
But for "S", only one word could appropriately describe this movie:
It SUCKS.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

"X-Rated" Dilemma

"It's Showtime!! Ooops... can someone get me my briefs?"


'Took this pic in Animal Kingdom during our recent visit to Orlando, Florida. Before we ventured inside the Bat Exhibit, I was expecting to walk in a darkened room which simulates nighttime, and we could view the bats flying around in a large enclosed glass cage. I was quite surprised when we went in and saw that the bat Sanctuary was an open lighted space. Yup, the fruit bats were all basking in broad daylight, displayed in all their glory and in such close proximity. A wide blanket of thin net hanging over the trees was the only thing that prevented them from flying away. The exhibit area was designed in such a way that the only thing that separated the bats from people were thick wooden poles that served as a wall. They were so widely spaced apart, the bats could actually fly into the room if they wished!

Since bats are obviously nocturnal, just a few were awake, daintily nibbling on watermelon slices strategically placed on the base of some large branches. Most of them were taking siestas on the tree limbs - like furry dark-brown ornaments, letting "it" all hang down for all the world to see. Dang!   I guess I wasn't the only one who noticed since little kids around me started giggling and pointing the bats to their parents. Some were caught off-guard by their children's curious inquiries.

Well what do you know, a visit to the Bat Sanctuary actually becoming an impromptu Beginner's "anatomy" class? For embarrassed parents who'd rather not have their kids "exposed" to this sight, should we have called Management's attention to suggest that in the future, male bats will not be allowed to appear in an exhibit unless appropriately covered in teensy-weensy Fruit of the Loom whities?
On second thought, shouldn't the bat be the one offended for being stared and gawked upon?

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

ChiLd'S BaNtEr #2: SaY WhAt??

SCENE: Dining table - dinner.
"S" won't eat her carrots and spinach and here I was, trying explain the importance of eating veggies.


"S": Well, I eat fruits!
Me: That's great, sweetie... But that does'nt mean you don't have to eat vegetables anymore. They're full of vitamins. Carrots makes your eyes really sharp. And spinach...
"S": ...makes you strong. Just like Popeye!
Me: You could say that.
"S": (winces her nose on her plate) Hmmm... Mama, is Red Bean a vegetable?
Me: (nods head) YUP!
"S": (grins and pushes a bowl towards me) So, may I have some red bean ice cream pleeeeaase??
Me: NGEK!!

Friday, December 02, 2005

Entree of the Month

llSTEAK TARTAREll
I first encountered this dish many years ago during a backpacking adventure/trip in Geneve, Switzerland. As appetizing as its name sounded, one look at it made me swear never to even take a nibble. The only way one would get me to take a bite of it was if I was a contestant in Fear Factor, and if that was my last challenge to win the $50,000 Grand Prize.
Well, what do you know...
"VOILA!"
This dish came up again the other night when "P" came home from a dinner meeting with the KOTRT org. (NYC chapter), wherein he is currently serving as the incumbent chairman. He told me that they went to a midtown chichi French restaurant called Bistro 60 (www.bistro60.com) and he ordered the entree: Steak Tartare with French Fries. Poor guy. Apparently, he thought that he was going to feast on some juicy steak with tartar sauce accompanied by crispy pommes frites. Imagine his surprise (an understatement) when the waiter finally came out with his dinner, which he presented to the table with much aplomb. It was most unusual - just a mound of ground beef seasoned with onions, mustard, a dash of tabasco sauce and capped with a freshly cracked egg on the top. Oh, and did I mention that the entire dish was RAW? It was technically the meat counterpart of shrimp/fish ceviche ( FYI, "kinilaw" in Pinoy-speak)! The waiter announced that the beef was filet mignon, no less (thus justifying the steep price). I'm pretty sure it was of highest quality, but unfortunately for him, "P" was NOT the least impressed. He really couldn't care less if the meat was carved off from a pristine Swiss calf's butt. It was bloody raw mincemeat - for christsakes!! On top of that, he also got the bonus of knowing he had about 1 out of 30,000 chance of contracting salmonella from the raw slimy egg!
No offense to some meat connoisseurs - if you like your meat so rare that you'd actually prefer to have a live cow be herded in the dining room so you can cut a slice off it - then this dish is for you.
But for "P", a Porterhouse steak cooked "medium" - served with Bernaise sauce on the side would be... ...just perfect. Still left wanting, he capped off the evening at home by scarfing bits of Prosciutto Panino sandwiched on 2 huge slices of sourdough bread. I guess this means they'll be making reservations at Smith and Wollensky (www.smithandwollensky.com) for the next meeting.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

"DA PINOYS part 2" - (Looking Thru A Foreigner's Eye)

"Toto's", "Boy's", "Dodong's", "Junjun's" Participating at Dinagyang Festival

MATTER OF TASTE - by Matthew Sutherland (BBC News)


"A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches."
-Proverbs 22:1

When I arrived in the Philippines from the UK seven years ago, one of the first cultural defenses to strike me was names. The subject has provided a continuing source of amazement and amusement ever since. The first unusual thing, from an English perspective, is that everyone here has a nickname. In the staid and boring United Kingdom, we have nicknames in kindergarten, but when we move into adulthood we tend, I'm glad to say, to lose them. The second thing that struck me is that Philippine names for both girls and boys tend to be what we in the UK would regard as overbearingly cutesy for anyone over five.
Fifty-five-year-olds colleague put it. Where I come from, a boy with a nickname like Boy Blue or Honey Boy would be beaten to death at a school by pre-adolescent bullies, and never make it to adulthood. So, probably, would girls with names like Babes, Precious, Peachy, or Apples. Yuck, ech ech. Here, however, no one bats an eyelid. Then I noticed how many people have what I have to call "door-bell names". These are nicknames that sound like - well, door-bells. There are million of them. Bing, Bong, Ding, and Dong are some of the most common. They can be, and frequently are, used in even more door-bell-like combinations such as Bing-Bong, Ding-Dong, Ting-Ting, and so on. None of these door-bell names exist where I come from, and hence sound unusually amusing to my untutored foreign ear. Someone once told me that one of the Bings, when asked why he was called Bing, replied "because my brother is called Bong". Faultless logic. Dong, of course, is a particularly funny one for me, as where I come from "dong" is a slang word for well, perhaps "talong" is the best Tagalog equivalent.
Repeating names was another novelty to me, having never encountered people with names like Len-Len, Let-Let, Mai-Mai, or Ning-Ning. The secretary I inherited on my arrival had an unusual one: Leck-Leck. Such names are then frequently further refined by using the "squared" symbol, as in Len2 or Mai2. This had me confused for a while.

Then there is a trend for parents to stick to a theme when naming their children. This can be as simple as making them all begin with the same letter, as in Jun, Jimmy, Janice and Joy. More imaginative parents shoot for more sophisticated forms of assonance or rhyme, as in Biboy, Buboy, BoyBoy, Baboy (notice the name get worse the more kids there are - best to be born early or you could end up as Baboy). Even better, parents can create whole families of, say, desserts (Apple Pie, Cherry Pie, Honey Pie) or flowers (Rose, Daffodil, Tulip). The main advantage of such combination is that they look great painted across your trunk if you're a cab driver. That's another thing I've never seen before coming to Manila - taxis with the driver's kids' name on the trunk...

Another whole eye-opening field for a foreign visitor is the phenomenon of a "composite" name. This includes Jejomar (for, Jesus, Joseph, Mary), and the remarkable Luzviminda (for Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao, believe it or not). That's a bit like me being called "Engscowani" (for England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland). Between you and me, I'm glad I'm not. And how could I forget the fabulous concept of the randomly inserted "h". Quite what device this is supposed to achieve, I have not yet figured out, but I think it is designed to give a touch of class to an otherwise only average weird name. It results to creations like Jhun, Lhenn, Ghemma, and Jhimmy. Or how about Jhun-Jhun (Jhun2)?

How boring to come from a country like the UK full of people named John Smith. How wonderful to come from a country where imagination and exoticism rule the world of names. Even the towns here have weird names; my favorite is the unbelievably-named town of Sexmoan (ironically close to Olongapo and Angeles). Where else in the world could that be really true? Where else in the world could the former head of the Church really be called Cardinal Sin (bless his soul)?

Where else but the Philippines!!