Captive

Captive‘s poster on the door of a very inconspicuous
art cinema called, Utopia right next to Galeries Lafayette

i hate to admit it but the first time i’ve seen a Brillante Mendoza movie, called Serbis, i just didn’t like it.  perhaps it’s because lately i’ve come to prefer watching stupid comedy movies.  i had enough of the serious ones that usually lure you into believing there is something more to it than what it is.  only to find out in the end that it’s just another piece of pretentious bullshit.

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French cuisine neophyte

Since I have plenty of time in my hands, I have decided to take up a bit of cooking, mostly Filipino recipes.  I am proud to say that i have now mastered chicken adobo.  and was able to successfully accomplish lumpiang sariwa (fresh spring rolls) at the very first attempt. I was even able to serve it to real live guests, who appreciated it very much. I have this site to thank for, for all the easy-to-follow, honest-to-goodness authentic Filipino dishes.

My picture-perfect and mouth-wateringly palatable lumpiang sariwa;
I made the egg wrapper and the sweet sauce myself 😉
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Friday Food Feast

Hubby and I decided to go for crêpes today for lunch. We went to this restaurant called, Crep chignon, recommended by my hubby’s boss. It was quite nice. Especially since the last time I’ve eaten crepes was at Café Breton with friends at GB, Makati during my last visit to the Philippines!

Just look at these sumptuous treats that we had for lunch:

This is what I had for lunch: just a simple crêpe with jambon and egg inside, and some exotic salad with palm heart and pineapples on the side

This is what my hubby had for lunch: a simple salad, and crêpe with pork blood sausage and apples, and cider ice cream

Dessert in France is always delicious, no matter how simple they look!  This one is crêpe with bananas and hot chocolate, with chantilly on the side… yum!
Coffee in France is always espresso, unless you specify otherwise. I had a decaffeinated one here. You see the blocks of sugar on the side? Crafty, eh? But not very sanitary, if you’re finicky about other people touching those blocks before you do.

After the restaurant, we went to the grocery to stock up on food for the weekend, especially since we’re having some visitor friends of hubby, coming from Bretagne (Brittany, northwest of France). I remember back then, the first time hubby took me to the French grocery in Singapore, he went completely nuts. He went crazy and bought so much food. I think this grocery-craziness has rubbed off on me a bit. Especially since we moved to France. I mean, who wouldn’t go crazy with these:
French bread — according to hubby, this is real bread, the ones that scar your gums, not the soft ones we have back in Asia

Pastries and candies — the ones on top are made from the famous Toulouse Violettes, below are loads and loads of cakes and pies and tarts

Of course, a trip to the french grocery or market wouldn’t be quite complete without passing by a humongous selection of cheese

And if you ever go to the fresh open market, which they call marché, you will find fresher produce, and a lot more interesting and exotic stuff like rabbits and deer, etc. They’re usually open for only a few hours in the morning, though.

Food, I think is just about the best thing you can find in this country.

Halfway Through

A couple of days ago, I had my visit at the OB gyn again. Since the start of the second trimester, I’m expected to make this visit once every three months. My doctor congratulated me because according to him, i am halfway through this pregnancy.
Twenty weeks!
I can’t help but feel nostalgic and remember the first time I saw my baby in the ultrasound. It was just a tiny bit of a blob at six weeks. And according to my husband, it looked like a blackhole. 🙂
At 12 weeks it looked like a ninja turtle. At 17 weeks, we found out we’re having a baby girl. And now at 20 weeks, it’s about 7 inches tall. And when we looked at her in the écographie screen, she was looking straight at us, and appeared to be absorbed in deep thought, which kinda reminded me of Rodin’s Le Penseur.  She’s so well-formed and proportioned, even the doctor thinks she’s a really pretty baby… at 20 weeks!
Recently, I can feel her movements in my belly.  And she kicks so hard.  It feels as if she’s practicing martial arts or something, sometimes.

I just couldn’t believe how difficult i am finding it to NOT be a proud mom-to-be.

The Franco-Filipino Project in Progress

Just got back from the sage-femme (midwife), and today was the first time I heard my baby’s heartbeat.

I have been pregnant for three months now, so I guess I should start talking about it.

It was moving about quite a lot, as seen from the ultrasound.  And it’s starting to look like my husband, I think. 🙂

It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Flaming Absinthe

Nothing better to celebrate a new job, moving to a new country in another continent, with a different civil status in a few short months than having a shot of pure flaming absinthe with good friends and colleagues.

And of course this was followed by several other vile flaming concoctions.

I went down on the fifth or was it sixth shot?..

And now, i need to go to my French class.

Wish me luck, folks!