Yelly Writes

Disconnected

Yesterday was a bit of a shock to the system.

I forgot my mobile phone at home!

Quelle horreur!

Ever since I got a mobile phone (gawd! nearly 20 years ago now!), I’ve very rarely forgotten it.  I can count on one hand the times that I’ve forgotten the phone, and each time, I felt like I lost a limb (and in some situations, sometimes more than one major limb!).  There is this crippling sort of fear that encompassed me each time.  I think it had something to do with my control issues.  I didn’t feel on top of things when I didn’t have my phone.  I felt like my most convenient (and comfortable) method of communication was snatched away.  I remember feeling the same way when I moved back home in the Philippines.  Mobile phone contracts are different in the Philippines and 3G access isn’t built into the mobile phone plans so I didn’t have access to the internet in the same way I do here (24/7 unlimited connection to 3G and a pocket mifi gizmo is a necessary creature comfort to me!).

Yesterday, I went to London and discovered whilst I was on the train that I’d forgotten my phone.  I desperately wanted to get off at the next stop and go back to my flat and get my beloved phone.  I didn’t.  And for the rest of journey into the Big Smoke I felt utterly bereft.  I could feel the familiar stirrings of a panic attack beginning.  I was going to LONDON without my phone.  How was I going to survive?!?  Now bearing in mind that I had my handbag (which contained my emergency pouch – lippy, emergency meds, hand cream, pressed powder, hand wipes and tissues!), my purse (debit and credit cards) and my trusty bridge camera, I was panicking about the situations when I might have to use my phone.  Also, Alan was with me (with HIS mobile phone).

But yesterday, despite the heat and humidity (it reached 31°C in London!), was the most fun I’d had.  Alan and I had actual conversations and I was actually in the moment, enjoying each experience.  Yesterday ended up being one of the best days ever.  Sometimes, accidents turn out to be the best things.  Going off the grid, albeit inadvertently, was a good thing to do.  Maybe I will be brave enough to do this again!

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How to cook Adobo

Adobo or adobar is the Spanish word for marinade, sauce or seasoning.  I’ve heard references to adobo in several foodie shows now, which relate to a powdered seasoning that gets sprinkled on mostly Mexican- style or Spanish-influenced dishes.  In the Philippines, however, the word adobo refers to a dish that is, arguably, the national dish of the Philippines.  While adobo is a dish, it is called as such because it is a method of cooking: it is meat, vegetable or seafood marinated in soy sauce, vinegar and garlic, browned in oil and simmered in the marinade.

Before adobo was called adobo (prior to the arrival of the Spanish colonisers), our Filipino ancestors cooked food in vinegar, mostly to preserve the food and extend its shelf-life.  Historically, the early Filipinos enjoyed a healthy trading relationship with the Chinese and as a result, soy sauce was incorporated into the cooking process.  There isn’t really a set version of adobo because there are numerous versions of the basic recipe which, at its most basic, is vinegar, garlic and a salt alternative (most use soy sauce, but there are versions with just salt – which they say is closer to the original version of adobo, and some might even use patis or fish sauce), depending on the region in the country.  I think it’s safe to say that each household has its own adobo recipe handed down in the family.

The adobo recipe that I’m sharing with you is my mum’s recipe.  I’m not entirely sure who taught my mum how to cook adobo but it was probably an aunt or my granny.  She didn’t measure her ingredients and cooked adobo by eye.  When I moved to England, it was such a comfort to be able to cook adobo because the ingredients were readily available from the shops:  all you needed was vinegar, garlic, soy sauce, a little sugar and a couple of bay leaves, well it’s probably a little more than that but those are the primary ingredients.  I’ve written down a complete list below:

  • 650g of pork belly or pork shoulder steaks cut into cubes or chicken thighs
  • 5 tablespoons of soy sauce + 2 tablespoons for cooking
  • 2 ½ tablespoons of vinegar + 1 tablespoon for cooking
  • 3 large cloves of garlic crushed (or 3 teaspoons of garlic granules)
  • 1 ½ tablespoons of sugar + 1 tablespoon for cooking
  • 2 bay leaves
  • 1 tablespoon of whole pepper corns (or 1 heaping teaspoon ground pepper)
  • 1 meat stock cube (chicken or pork, whichever meat you’re cooking) – optional
  • 1 tablespoon vegetable oil
  • 400 ml water

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Adobo is a dish that requires preparation – but don’t let that scare you.  All you need to “prepare” is to cut up the meat and grab a big enough zip lock bag (other brands of zip-seal bags are available, of course!) .  Place all the ingredients in the bag and gently massage the pork through the bag (gently, of course as you don’t want the bag to get any holes!).  Once this is done, marinate for at least an hour.  The longer the pork sits in the marinade, the better.

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Heat the oil in a stir-fry pan and add the meat pieces, making sure that you keep the marinating liquid.  Brown the meat on all sides.  Once the meat has browned, add the marinating liquid.

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Add the soy sauce, vinegar, sugar, the stock cube and water.  Make sure that the stock cube and the sugar are dissolved well and make sure that all the meat are covered by the marinating liquid.  Add the bay leaves  and cook for about 30-45 minutes or until the fat (if cooking pork) has rendered a little bit.

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Everyone  has their little tricks to cooking their adobo.   Mine is to keep the lid on and keep the pot over the hot plate (if you’re using an electric stove, or over the ring, if you’re using a gas range) for 5 to 10 minutes without lifting the lid.

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Serve over boiled rice or garlic fried rice with (or without) the vegetable of your choice!

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National Girlfriends Day

To all the beautiful women I am privileged to call friend, today I celebrate you all.  I could not get through this thing we call life without you!

Girlfriends

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Clarity

Sometimes when one needs clarity, one just has to step back and look at things differently.  Sometimes, when we’re too preoccupied with the everyday busy-ness, we lose sight of what we’ve always believed was the bigger picture.

I’ve always loved the phrase “can’t see the wood for the trees.”  That’s what happens when we get bogged down in the detail.  But then again, on the flip side, sometimes we get too preoccupied with looking at the bigger picture, we forget that it’s the pixels that make up the image.  The art of not losing sight of the end goal is to make sure you’re looking at the picture from exactly the right angle, from exactly the right distance.  When we lose our way, we get into a muddle.

Sometimes stepping back, looking at things differently, thinking about things differently helps us get out of the muddle.  Sometimes we become to preoccupied with living our everyday life, we forget to listen to our inner selves.  Sometimes taking a step back lets us hear our inner voices again.  When we do that, we find clarity again and the murky waters become less muddy.

Clarity

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Change required

I have been ill for a week now.  I’ve had a massively bad migraine attack and I stayed home properly from work on Thursday.  The migraine happened on Sunday (although I felt what was probably the beginnings of it on Saturday evening) and I was suffering through a very painful head for most of the week.  It didn’t help that I forced myself to do a full day at work on the Monday.  I did the smart thing on Tuesday and stayed home and went to the doctor’s surgery.  They prescribed migraine meds (thankfully!) and signed me off for a week.  What I did next was worthy of a face-slap though.  I went back to work.  Obviously, I wasn’t allowed to stay because I was signed off and declared not fit to work.  For insurance purposes, my company isn’t allowed to have me in the premises.  I went home with the intention of going to my doctor again and getting myself signed in.

I have, however, stayed home.  Despite the hiccup of Thursday when I sent an email to a client asking them to do something that was a requirement.  I call it a hiccup because I should have, really, laid off work.  Properly.  I did on Friday though.  I haven’t checked my emails since I looked on Thursday morning.

I went to the eye doctor yesterday to get my eyes checked (I was due a check up anyway) and found out that because of my diabetes there is a bleed in my left eye and the doctor has found the beginnings of cloudiness in the lens of my right eye – which in short is the beginnings of cataract.  It’s because I have had amazingly high blood sugar in the past few months.

So I’ve been thinking.  I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.  I’ve got to make a lot of changes.  In my diet, my lifestyle, my life, my environment and in the way I work.  I’ve got to make changes because my future depends on it.

And the good thing about this is that the inertia I’ve allowed myself to be surrounded by is suddenly not there because I have had a huge wake up call.  If I want my life to get better, I’ve got to make changes.

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Migraine malaise

Since late Saturday night I have had a constant companion.

Nope, am not talking about Alan.  I wouldn’t mind having Alan around all the time at all!  If anything, if he wasn’t around I don’t think I’d have survived the last few days.  I’ve been visited by quite a mean migraine.  It started late Saturday night.  I didn’t really think of it as a migraine, as such.  I thought it was just a headache.  I thought that if I went to bed, it would go by the time I woke up on Sunday.  No such thing happened!

I woke up with a stonking-make-me-cry-buckets-like-a-baby headache.  I moved, my headache pounded.  I shifted, I felt nauseated.  Even a faraway neighbour’s dog barking was causing me torturous pain!  Everything looked intensely bright, like everything was a huge, over-exposed photograph.  I felt like my head was going to explode!  I blubbered whilst I was talking to my parents and sister, occasionally asking them not to talk to loudly (I don’t think they were talking too loud though).  So finally, I took massively strong pain killers and burrowed under the duvet and slept.  I woke up nearly 3 hours later feeling like my head had been hit by a sledgehammer then wrapped in a turban.  I was not well.

I stupidly thought that I would be able to manage work on Monday.  I pushed myself, despite the throbbing head, to finish an entire day of work.  I went home barely able to make it up the steps without crying out for someone to carry me up to the train platform.  For the first time in a very long time, I actually enjoyed sitting in the cold wind because the cold helped ease my headache!  But I got home and I was a useless shell of a human being (I probably wasn’t but I certainly felt like it!  I felt absolutely spent!).  I didn’t go to work the following day and then took myself off to the doctors’ to get checked.

I got signed off from work for a week, but did I stay home?  Nooooo!  I got up the following day, got ready for work despite the massive headache and took the hour-long train ride to work because my sick note said “until migraine settles” and I thought that if I worked, my migraine would settle.  But I got sent home!  Mostly because I was signed off and wasn’t fit to work and my firm wasn’t insured in case anything happened to me at work on account of my current state of unfitness.

Fast forward 48 hours and I am climbing the walls a tiny bit bored.  It’s weird because I can definitely say I feel much better because my headache isn’t as bad, but it hasn’t left.  My head doesn’t feel like it’s going to explode anytime soon though.  That’s a vast improvement!

I have my fingers crossed that I am going to get better soon.  I am a bit tired of this headache…and a bit annoyed with it now.

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Mothers Day

“A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.”- Washington Irving

She held me when I needed to be held, when I needed to feel safe. She dried my tears when my heart broke and told me everything would be okay in the end. She taught me how to read and write and made sure I treasured books so that I would learn, and never be bored on my own. She taught me how to speak so that I would find the right words to express myself. She told me the harsh realities so that I wouldn’t walk the world with rose-coloured glasses, so that I could be pragmatic too. She also taught me that kindness should always be my guiding principle. She walked with me as I grew in faith…it would take me forever to write down how much my mum has guided me and held my hand as I was growing up so that I could be independent when I grew up. I cannot say thank you enough Mama. I love you.

I am glad that I get to celebrate this amazing woman I call “Mother” twice.  Happy Mothers Day Ma!

Happy Mothers Day

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It’s a girl!

So the UK celebrated the much anticipated birth of the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge’s second child.  The UK has a new princess and she is to be called Princess Charlotte Elizabeth Diana of Cambridge (queue strings of Stevie Wonder’s Isn’t She Lovely).

Princess Charlotte

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The perfect Sunny Afternoon

So I apparently love the music of the Kinks!  Who knew?

Alan has brilliant taste in musicals and he’s always challenged me (in his own quiet way) to watch something different each time.  I didn’t think I was going to love Rock of Ages, but he won tickets, we went and I was standing up and jumping up and down like a mad thing towards the end of the musical.  I thought I was going to hat We Will Rock you, but I was bopping my head to each song.  I didn’t think I knew a lot of Queen song, but apparently I did!  I didn’t know what The Commitments was about.  Alan got the movie, we watched it and I fell in love with the songs.  The theatre version was even better!  I was up there dancing like a woman crazed whilst Mustang Sally was sung!

One musical I was totally unsure about Sunny Afternoon.  I wasn’t entirely sure I liked the Kinks so I wasn’t sure I’d love the musical.  But Alan had already booked tickets so we were going.  But guess what, I apparently knew more songs by The Kinks that I thought I did.  And I loved the musical.  So much so that I agreed to watch it again!

Sunny Afternoon - Stage

I was so pleased that Sunny Afternoon won Best New Musical in the 2015 Laurence Olivier awards.  Because it was well-deserved.  If you get the chance to (I think they’ve added more dates – don’t quote me as I could be very mistaken!), go and see it.  If you don’t, at least buy the CD of the London cast performing.  My favourite of favourites is the a cappella version of Days.  It will tug at your heart strings!

Harold Pinter Theatre - Sunny Afternoon

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Easter Love

Amidst all the posts about Easter egg hunts, chocolate eggs and bunnies, I allow myself to wallow in the real meaning of Easter.  I rarely write about my faith.  But I get through all the difficult situations in my life by clinging to my faith.

I love the commercial celebration of Easter.  Don’t get me wrong.  I love all the Easter themed cakes, chocolates and all the food that people normally serve during Easter.  But to me, first and foremost, Easter is a celebration of God’s love for us.  Because God loved us so much that He allowed his son Jesus Christ to die in our place for our sins.  Easter is God’s gift to us, because through Christ’s death we are saved from eternal death, and through Christ’s resurrection, there is the hope that one day, we will be with God the Father, just as Jesus Christ rose to ascend to heaven to sit at God the Father’s right hand.

One of my favourite Easter quotes is from Basil Hume: “The great gift of Easter is hope – Christian hope which makes us have that confidence in God, in His ultimate triumph, and in His goodness and love, which nothing can shake.” 

So HAPPY EASTER everyone!

Easter is LOVE