Buying fruits is a perpetual challenge for various reasons, mainly price and quality. While in the province all one needs is a long stick with a hook at the end, maybe even not, to prise fruits off branches, or perchance strong arms to shake the fruits to the ground (our maids would sometimes do this before), in the city, one needs cash. And whereas one, more or less, knew the quality of fruit one could get off one’s trees in the garden in the province, in Manila, one parts with precious pesos only to discover a few days later that one got lemons even without buying a lemon. (corny joke).
Last week, I got 4 mangoes. They were green and looked promising. Two days later one developed black specks. Oops, I thought, this looked ominous. I didn’t buy me a leopard or a dalmatian (I already have one of the latter), so why the specks? The specks grew in number across mangoes and they weren’t even ripe yet, darn. True enough, when one mango was finally sliced it had tender, not yellow enough portions. And mangoes cost. It occurred to me to bring them back to Rustan’s for a replacement, but should I have? Maybe, next time, I should bring the matter up with the manager there who approached me as I was about to pay that next time, I should just call if I wanted some groceries so I wouldn’t be inconvenienced. I was impressed and asked, “what’s the minimum?” he thought a little and said “none”. I was even more impressed. It occurred to me that he was so kind, but it also occurred to me, a mean thought actually, that maybe he didn’t want me around? That my presence lowered the image of Rustan’s? Just kidding. (he looked sincere) But little does he know that in a sense, trips to Rustan’s, notwithstanding the risks attendant to traveling in a wheelchair in Katipunan where cars, trucks, trikes and motorcycles, and their ilk wheeze by, are therapy for a bored housewife, imprisoned unless taken out because she’s in a wheelchair. Trips to Rustan’s are a treat, never mind the heat of the sun, the occasional drizzle. Trips to Rustan’s spell “f-r-e-e-d-o-m” and “b-l-i-s-s.”
Oh I was supposed to be blogging about fruits. (But I also wrote “and then some” so indulge me). Just had a slice of papaya, the native kind, not the dwarfs, and I swooned. Red orange rather than yellow orange, it was sweet and juicy. But not everyone likes papaya. Early on in my paralysis, an older sister came early and saw me having a slice. With a wince she said “eek, you like papaya?” I don’t remember what I answered then, but well, papaya can taste great plus it aids digestion.
My real favorites are atis, lanzones, and santol. Mangoes too. But getting the good ones not off the trees in one’s garden but in the grocery is a hit-and-miss thing. Once I got atis in the grocery and the seeds couldn’t be prised off the fruit easily nor the flesh from the seed. Lanzones – I press them because in the past I bought them based on looks only to find out later that they were sour. (like getting a boyfriend who’s so good-looking but has nothing up there where it matters). Look for lanzones that are tender to the touch, with brown specks and ants lazily or frantically moving about them. Santol, bangkok santol. More often than not they are fleshy and sweet but again, I’ve had my share of lemons and they were santol. Get the drift, I’m sure. Anyway…
Last night we were at Unimart for additional stuff. Unimart beats Rustan’s in terms of choices and price anytime. Like it now has Australian harvest muesli in 45-gram (?) boxes, like Kellogg’s cornflakes. And many other types of muesli which my husband takes every day. Muesli with this, with that, all sorts of permutations. It has Armour corned beef hash, Armour lasagna, macaroni with beef, etc. And lots of paper cupcakes in different designs and sizes. And Ricoa in 1 kilo packs. And flour in 4-kilo packs. Yes, these were the reasons why I knew I had to go to Unimart even after going to Rustan’s in the morning: to get baking supplies for December: Ricoa, flour and cheaper walnuts. Success. I would have wanted to get Queensland butter but decided not to even look because they might have melted in the car. Traffic was bad and it’s not even December. Queensland butter is perpetually out of stock in my part of the world. True, Magnolia Gold and Anchor may taste a tad better, but just a tad. Queensland gives value for money. It’s cheaper and tastes good.
Had dinner at Italianni’s after a long hiatus. Son had pizza (italian sausage pesto something), husband had chicken risotto, I had one cut porkchop. Taste-wise, I had the best except that the bone of the chop was a bit big so it wasn’t filling and was quite a challenge. The knife given to me was the thick one that sliced well but couldn’t get very near the bone because it was, well, thick. The sauce was superb. The pizza could have stood more sausage. The risotto was okay but it wasn’t chistorrado. Or Cibo’s even. Still, we intend to go back. Italianni’s in Greenhills (parking building) has very gracious personnel plus service is quick. After dinner, we dropped by cheesecake etc close by. Son had pistachio cheesecake, husband mocha milano, me, turtle thingy. Tried the pistachio, it had an odd taste, the turtle thingy was too dense ( a bit tough), I didn’t try the mocha milano(sugar free). At first glance, the pastries of Cheesecake etc look like Bizu’s but cost maybe half. But Bizu’s pastries still take the cake. No comparison. And Goodies and Sweets turtle thingy tastes better as well.
That reminds me, at Power Plant last Sunday for Quantum of Solace, Pepper Lunch (believe it or not) and the Bakers Dozen.
First, Quantum of Solace. Okay, I’m mentally challenged I guess but most of the time I wasn’t sure about the alliances. Casino Royale was better. But Daniel Craig is impressive. The girl who looked like Angelina Jolie in Tomb Raider, minus the ponytail, was pretty. Judi Dench as usual swung the iron hand but showed her heart as well. Actually on the way to Power Plant son said he had read no positive endorsements of the movie. Husband said CNN said it was a must. I was neutral. Conclusion: don’t trust CNN. Joke, but seriously.
Next: Pepper Lunch. (Paolo Contis was there with his family, not Isabel Oli.) Son and husband wanted beef curry but it wasn’t available. So husband ordered pork and son ordered chicken. Son said chicken looked a tad lighter. I was happy with my beef pepper rice. Saw that they now have unagi. Might try that next time. Son asked how unagi tastes, we said good. (Looked for unagi in Cold Storage in Rustan’s yesterday so he could try it but it was out of stock. Later we’re off to Power Plant because Hangad will sing at mass. Now I wonder if dinner will mean Pepper Lunch again? The servers there smile at us like we’re friends already. Our perpetual presence must amuse them. We’re happy to be made to feel welcome.)
Now to the Bakers Dozen. Remember the Paolo Coelho book? Decided to find something to give Mariel, the one who so graciously lent me her copy. Wanted to get her peanuts from IYA but they weren’t on stock (oops that’s the third time I use the term in this post out of stock or its derivative). So we went to George Rocha’s table. Okay, admittedly we went there because she is who she is, the crush of college boys? We tried her empires. These are cheesecakes rolled into balls with different coatings: black and white chocolate, peanut butter, sprinkles, capuccino, etc. They’re so good. Cost P30 per lollipop. Cheesecake center is soft, melts in the mouth. They also sold pralines, no macaroons, oh I don’t know what they’re called. First tried them when a friend gave me a whole container from Bizu. They come in pastel hues: round thingies. Will look again later. But these we didn’t try. Just the cheesecake lollipops. The I don’t know what sell at P30 or P35 for the special edition.
After GR, went to Quiksilver but Mariel wasn’t there. Only two men. One of them smiled when he saw me and asked, “tapos niyo na?” Oops, he remembered who I was. Mariel wasn’t around, he said but they’d see each other Monday. Darn, I hope the 3 cheesecake lollipops will not have melted by then. If they do, it’s the thought that counts, right?
More later.