I have this fantasy that someday he'll be able to fly here and I can show him around the way he showed me around in Sydney. We were supposed to meet up again this summer, but it looks like it's not going to happen. The pitfalls of a long-distance relationship.
Still I've been making lists. Things I want to do with him. Things I've seen that I can't wait for him to see too. People I know that I wonder if he would like to know too. Food I take pictures of, food I've tasted, that I think he would enjoy too. We don't even know for sure if he'll make it over here. It's more likely that I end up moving there.
Yesterday, since I didn't head to my parents' for the weekend like I usually do (because of an Econometrics exam on a Saturday, I might add), we all decided to meet up at this place near Market Market, Serendra, for lunch. I'd never been there and I was curious.
It was gorgeous. Serendra is newly-developed land, and they did a great
job. It had quaint little restaurants (including a branch of last
post's Xocolat), some of my favorite stores (like TopShop and Lush),
and a bunch of condominium units within walking distance. It's going to
be a very popular place - not that it isn't already.
We ate at a restaurant called Café Mary Grace, a chain which started from a little stall in the middle of the mall which sold incredible ensaymadas (some sort of bread with cheese on it, basically, with several flavored varieties) and branched out from there. While waiting for my brother, my sister-in-law, and my nephew Kyan to show up I took pictures of the table, which had letters from (usually very young) customers to Mary Grace.
I was so hungry that I had to order some food. I'm not sure what this was. I think it was called something like a Shrimp, Mango, and Papaya salad. Whatever it was, it was unbelievably good. I wish they'd put more shrimp in it, because it was so flavorful that the three they put in there quickly disappeared. I'd totally order it again
I also really, really liked my pasta. I ordered the smoked salmon cream pasta. Oh, god. Sometimes salmon is too salty, and sometimes it is too bland. This one was juuuust right. The cream sauce was pretty good, too. I wish I had taken a picture of it, but at that point I guess I was too hungry to wait.
It might also have something to do with the fact that this little boy showed up in the middle of my meal.
We also ordered a cinnamon ensaymada, a salad with kesong puti (white cheese) in it, several kinds of pasta, lemon squares, food for the gods, and a round of hot chocolate. My brother ordered hot orange chocolate, which was surprisingly good. Unfortunately Kyan had pulled me outside to watch him run around the fountains and sit on the big black and white ball statues which had been placed randomly throughout the place, so I just got to take bites of everything in between.
For dessert (as if we hadn't already had enough), we went to this place called Cupcakes by Sonja, where cupcakes are an art form. We ordered the Red Velvet Vixen, Berries and Cream, Choco Cream Pie, and Pistachio.
They were the best damn cupcakes I've ever tasted in my life. My favorite was the choco cream pie.
It had nutty chocolate inside an Oreo frame topped with a whole lotta whipped cream and sprinkled with oreo bits. My god it was heavenly.
Just posting these pictures makes me hungry. I should really stop taking pictures of food.
But it's safe, you know. You want it, you eat it. It will never complain that the age difference between you is too large. It will not give you surprise quizzes on heteroscedasticity. It doesn't care that at 21 you still don't know what you want to do for the rest of your life. You never have to wait for its phone calls. And it's always there.
Which is why I love my food. And dammit, you should too.
