Hello!

I was multi-tasking again like always. Put one load of laundry in the washing machine, talked with my little sister on Instagram, answered an inquiry on my Etsy shop, and at the same time, I was baking bread. 

Got so caught up with my tasks that I almost forgot I had these in the oven, and when I took them out, they literally said, "hello from the darker side." 

The Filipino hotdog open buns were for the boy, and the Ube Ensaymada were for me and the the mister. 

Jazzed up the Ube Ensaymada with butter and sugar, and drowned them with shredded Monterey Jack cheese with our Lattes the following morning.

Lucky!

"Aren't we lucky that we can enjoy lattes at home?" I told the mister one morning.

Most people I know only gets their cup of latte when they go to coffee shops.

"No, you're lucky!" he answered.

He's the one who can only make it at home. I only know how to do the pour over coffee. He taught me how to do it when he was sick.

"But you're luckier! What's your latte without my bake goods!"


photo by: Jay Divinagracia

This is our usual morning---Latte and homemade ube ensaymada. Since I started making this kind of Filipino bread, my moringa pan de sal isn't his favorite anymore. It used to be Spanish bread, and it changed when I started making pan de sal.

Hey! I'm Hungry!

I really want to eat something savory as my first meal today, but I do not have the luxury of time to cook. I need to report very early to work. I have some alterations to do, wash them, and hopefully be able to ship them as well before the post office closes at 5.

The mister aka my barista left so early today too. He didn't have time to make latte.

I do not have any other choice but eat the last piece of homemade ube ensaymada I made the other night. I am also having a hot cup of chocolate drink sprinkled with cinnamon on top to go with it.



Today is one of those days where I miss living in the Philippines. Growing up, my parents hired someone to cook for us. Hey! This is common to most households in my home country. And for last resort just in case it's the cook's day off, there are also a lot of food stalls also known as carinderia and street food vendors in every neighborhood.

In America, you cook and prepare what you eat or go hungry. Hehehehe I don't prefer the latter, so the last piece of homemade ensaymada will do for now.

Good morning!

PS. Fast food for breakfast is only preferred when we are on the road. Hehehehe.