Yesterday, I took a break from work and browsed my Facebook feeds for updates from my friends and family, and chanced upon a good friend’s convo with her friend on pancakes. Her friend suggested my friend try another alternative to our usual pancakes. Their convo reminded me that I still have a recipe to post in this blog that has been gathering dust in my drafts folder.
I usually get a surplus of bananas from my family in Lazi, Siquijor. Our town grows lots of bananas — we hold the Saging Festival every year to commemorate such — and I seldom buy bananas here in the city because when folks come visit me they bring me lots of good stuff from our province, including bananas. I made this recipe some months ago when I had overly-ripe bananas. I posted another recipe using overly-ripe bananas two years ago, and you might also want to check that recipe out because it was more indulgent what with the vanilla ice cream on top. I used Eugenie Kitchen’s recipe for the banana pancakes I made.
bananas (overly ripe ones for the “banana smell”), mashed
Ingredients: 3 bananas (but I added 1 later because the mixture was too eggy), 2 eggs, and a tsp of baking powder
To cook the pancakes, I used a non-stick tamagoyaki pan so I won’t need to add oil. Flip the pancakes once you see bubbles form.
And, tada! They are thick banana pancakes because I did not mash the bananas finely. I made 8 mini pancakes, and topped them with syrup and cinnamon.
For as long as I can remember, these what I call modern gypsies have been a permanent fixture in our small town’s fiesta celebration every summer. Five to 10 days before the fiesta and five to 10 days after, they occupy a substantial amount of real estate in town where they set up temporary tents and display their goods all day. Most of these gypsies are traders — selling everything from magic wallets to household wares.
In my childhood, there would be one day when my grandfather would take us to these gypsies and he would allow us to pick one thing and he’d buy it for us. Most of the times, I choose school shoes. In my teenage years, I’d bring my younger cousins to these gypsies and we’d play perya games, often bringing home a bottle of ketchup as a prize, or bringing nothing at all. Fast forward to college, I developed my thrifting habit through these gypsies. Some of them sell second0hand clothes, or what we call locally as ukay-ukay, and I was so obsessed with printed skirts and t-shirts that I’d visit their tents almost everyday and spend my summer allowance on P10 skirts and shirts. This year, I didn’t buy anything, but I still pay them a visit, if only to find a treasure among their wares.
I never knew where they came from, but most of them speak Bisaya, so I’m guessing they either come from Negros Oriental, Bohol, or Cebu. I also always thought they just set up tent anywhere, but realized that they also pay taxes to the local government and the local government chooses where they can set up their tents. I’m concerned about their sanitation — where they take a bath, remove their bowels, urinate, and throw their trash — noticing they there were no visible latrines and trash cans in the area. I wonder how they knew our small town existed, and wonder if they have made friends in the town that they visit only once a year.
When my boyfriend and I went home to Siquijor last November, on the way back to Cebu, we took a fastcraft to Dumaguete and from there decided to take a midnight boat to Cebu. When I’m too hungry to think of where to eat in Dumaguete, I don’t go adventurous and check out the newest places. Instead, I walk a hundred meters or so from the port to Jo’s Chicken Inato and order a piece of chicken and rice (and pancit canton if I’m not on a budget or in a hurry). And that’s exactly what my boyfriend and I did. After our dinner at Jo’s, we walked around the downtown of Dumaguete, checked out their plaza (and it was filled with people that day being a Sunday and a few days before their fiesta), and tried to find somewhere we can sit and have coffee and sweet treats. We noticed a few new coffee shops in the area but finally settled with Poppy at the Siliman Portal because it was deserted. We ordered coffee (mine had a badly-poured figure of a pig) and cupcakes. The coffee and cupcakes were decent, and so were the prices. All in all, it wasn’t extraordinary, but it was decent.
I’ve been asking myself if posting outfit photos are still relevant and interesting in my blog, knowing that I am not a fashion blogger. True, I love dressing up, I read fashion magazines and keep a few of them, I browse fashion websites, I keep myself updated in fashion trends, and even took some few minutes off my day browning the #kimye wedding photos to check on Kim Kardashian’s wedding dress — I don’t love fashion. But I love vintage clothes and I love vintage style. So, to validate my continued posting of outfit photos, although I don’t know if anyone cares, I answered myself and said…the purpose of this blog is all about “thrifting” and “being thrifty” and enjoying life, while being thrifty. And in my life, I am thriftiest when it comes to clothes, so…I guess I’d continue to post outfit photos.
Anyway, I had this Argenti 100% silk dress for some time now. The dress is a size or two bigger than me, but it reminded me of something my beautiful grand-aunt would wear, so I bought it. I had the chance to wear it when one of my friends from highschool, who I endearingly calls “beastfriend” got married. To make the dress fit me, I adjusted the button closure at the waistline, and trimmed and rolled the sleeves up. I love this dress, and I’m glad I wore it to a happy occasion.
Outfit: thrifted Argenti wrap-around dress, thrifted Stacatto pumps, vintage clutch
One hot summer afternoon, I was in the vicinity of the “pink house.” My cousin and I called it the “pink house” and I thought that if I had money, I would buy the house. Until the house opened to the public, and I had no money. I was looking for crepes but the restaurant opens only at 6:30. The boulangerie though is open all day so we ordered food there. La Vie Parisienne is a very popular place, especially for people who want to post pictures in Instagram. I loved the chocolate cake we ordered (P80 per slice) because it tasted like the super-moist brownies I used to bake in college. The coffee — Americano (P100) and Macchiato (P130) — was so-so, not spectacular. The deli sub had generous serving of pork, but I had to chew carefully because the bread was hard and I was afraid my false teeth would fall if I eat the sandwich hurriedly. We went there at 4PM, in the middle of summer, so it was probably a bad time, as I had difficulty relaxing because of the heat. Maybe we should come back on cooler months to enjoy the wine, and the crepes I was looking for.
I managed to insert an outfit post — this is to thank my grand-aunt of the clothes I received from her last Christmas. The sheer top (which had an open back) had sequined sleeves.
Name: La Vie Parisienne
Location: Gorordo Ave., Lahug, Cebu City
I am not a fan of Japanese food — at least the raw ones. I can’t even bear to eat kinilaw or ceviche even if it’s made by my father and from the freshest catch of the day. But there was once a time when all I was craving for were tempura and donburis, and I was on the search for affordable and local eateries. Joed’s was popular in my online search, although I never got to try it until this year. I have no idea how authentic Japanese food tastes like, but I enjoyed the food that I ate at this restaurant — because it was affordable, it was cooked properly, it was beef, and I was hungry.
Name: Joed’s Lutong Hapon
Location: F. Cabahug St., Panagdait (near Sarosa Hotel)
Casa Gorordo is one of the most popular tourist must-sees in downtown Cebu City being the former residence of the first Cebuano bishop, Bishop Juan Garces Gorordo. The Ramon Aboitiz Foundation Inc. now runs the museum, and has prohibited several popular activities in the premises, like pre-nuptial photoshoots and wedding venues. Taking pictures inside the house is, obviously, not prohibited, but flashes are not allowed. At the lower level of the house, now a museum, are artifacts from an era passed. We saw coffee and corn mills — which, by the way, are still used in our island, at least in my paternal grandparents’ house. The lower level, as was the custom at the time of the Spanish colonization, housed the animals, and probably servants. The second level of the house is the residence of the bishop, and only special guests were allowed to enter through the main stairs. There is another door near the kitchen and toilet.
Name: Casa Gorordo
Location: Lopez Jaena St., Parian, downtown Cebu
Entrance Fees: P40 for local adults, P10 for local children