Beer House

I just arrived at the grocery store from mailing sold items from my online vintage shop at the post office. I swung there to buy some butter and dairy when Jay called me and told me that he had just left the office.

5:22 p.m., and it was still bright outside when he got in on Monday. So we decided to go somewhere for drinks—maybe in downtown. 

"To the beer house!!!"

He took me to hang out at Olde Mother Brewing Co.—a brewery in the downtown located across a fire station.

He got me a strawberry margarita, and I didn't remember what he had. 

Thankfully, the place wasn't mobbed, unlike on Fridays and weekends. 

There's a Backsplash Burger inside this place. There, "She's My Cherry Burger" is my favorite. I am salivating just thinking about it. 

FYI, back in my youth, a beer house was a dimly lit, low-end, somewhat shady drinking place where men paid women to sing, dance, or sit on their laps. 

I'm not sure if they still use that term to signify something other than what it literally means, but I use the term "beer house" to refer to a brewery.

It's Divine!

The little sister was ecstatic about the goodies I sent her via the mister last Monday. 

There were a lot of them that I picked from our pantry—4 individual packs of roasted seaweed in perilla oil and olive oil, 4 plantain bananas, a pack of lumpia wrappers, and a few cups of black glutinous rice. There were also 4 dressed Hamsaymada and the latest issue of GQ. 

This GQ issue was rip-off pre-ordered. 

((( $40!!! )))

Susmaryosep! 

We have a free subscription, so I gave her that issue.

She got the magazine and the goodies by noon, and by mid-afternoon, she sent me a text message...

"I want to eat the hamsaymada already." 

At 6:33 p.m., she sent me this photo...

"Lami kaayo!" (It's so good!)

She had it for dessert. She also bragged about it to our cousin in the Philippines while on a video call. 

"So divine!" she added.

Wow! That was an elevated rating of any delicious food. It's to the 10th power. 

"Did you send some to Rhett <3 Dinah and Esil <3 Jason too?"

I was really thinking of sending them some, but I wasn't sure yet if this new and improved recipe tasted good. 

Jay said it was a 10, but he always does that to all of my cooking. 

I will try to bake these again, but I am thinking of assembling the dough differently. 

I will improve this and send them dressed with buttercream and freshly grated cheese on top. I hope I get a 10-thumbs-up rating from our friends too. 

Hmmmsaymada

We capped our Sunday with a grocery trip. Going past the meat and deli aisle towards the dairy cooler, suddenly a memory came to mind.

I asked Jay if he liked the savory ensaymada I used to bake. Maybe it has been a year since the last batch I made.

So, instead of baking savory pandesal, I baked another savory bread on my menu list.

I made ham ensaymada, but I love calling it Hamsaymada.

I served it with buttercream and cheese on top with my pour-over coffee this morning.

Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, saymada!

It was to die for. 

I also sent 4 pieces to my little sister via the mister. They work together at the same location on Mondays. 

Jay gave it to her before lunchtime, and she sent me a text message as soon as she received it.

"Kamsahamnida for the hamsaymada!" she said.

3/8/2026 at 3:35 p.m.

 Hi.

It's finally so warm outside that I saw people in their short pants and T-shirts, but for the past few days it has been gloomy and raining. We didn't go out for happy hour last Friday. 

We had a cafe hour at home instead. Jay made caffè latte laced with blueberry liqueur. 

It was perfect with the Utap that we bought from the Asian supermarket from our last grocery trip.

On Saturday, we also stayed home. I organized my inventories and am still not done with them. 

Ugh. There's so much work to do.

Honestly, I want to sew and finish some sewing projects on my to-do list. I will try to start the first one on Monday. First on the list is an upcycled beach tote bag.

Today is Sunday, and finally we went out of the house. The first stop is here at Attaboy for drinks. 

We also shared an order of half a pound of brisket and a side of mac and cheese from the food truck, Bub-B-Que Catering and Co.

And, oh my goodness, these were so good. 

I don't know where we're heading after, but most definitely we'll go grocery shopping later.

I just hope a trip to the thrift store goes in between Attaboy and the grocery store.