A Filipino Feast of Seven Dishes

As a gift to my father (who has never had a big desire for Christmas presents) I offered to make this year’s Christmas Day dinner, and I decided to add a few items to the staples I know how to cook, resulting in seven traditional Filipino dishes. For the most part, they turned out well, and despite some sketchy deep-frying danger (the pork skins were maybe not quite dry enough when they entered the hot oil) no one got hurt (aside from another minor knife cut to my finger). Here’s what we had:

  • Lumpia (Filipino fried egg rolls)
  • Embutido (Filipino meatloaf)
  • Pancit (Filipino pasta)
  • Adobo (Chicken in coconut/vinegar sauce)
  • Ampalaya (Bitter melon)
  • Lechon (Filipino pork)
  • White rice (Yes, it counts as a dish. I needed to make it to seven.)

As I mentioned, three of these were brand new to my repertoire, so I was extra careful about getting them right, or at least edible. The showstopper may have been the Embutido, a Filipino meatloaf of sorts that incorporates hard-boiled eggs, Vienna Sausage, ham, peas, ketchup, sweet relish, raisins, cheese and pork in a dish that is so much more than the sum of its parts. I was super skeptical when putting it all together. (The Vienna sausage alone was enough to draw groans.) Surprisingly, it worked, and with its accents of eggs it made for a visual feast that most meatloaf doesn’t match.

The pancit is always a lot of prep work – cutting and chopping and soaking – and then there’s a balancing act on how to get it moist enough without being too runny. It barely came together at the last moment, but that’s all that matters.

This was only my third or fourth attempt at lumpia, and thankfully the wrappers decided to cooperate (always a crap shoot). I’d made the filling the day before, and rolled them in the morning, making for an easy fry-job just before guests arrived. (If you cover them with a moist paper towel and some foil or plastic wrap, they keep quite well in a cool place, such as the garage when the fridge is overrun with other items.)

I made two dipping sauces for the lumpia – the first was a soy sauce/vinegar/chili pepper mix with some scallions for good measure, and the second was a sweet and sour concoction of rice vinegar, sugar, and, wait for it, ketchup. I’ve long since stopped turning my nose up at ketchup as an additive. From beef stew to Embutido to this dipping sauce, a little of the red stuff can work wonders.

If I recall correctly, lechon was one of my Dad’s favorite dishes. We had it for special occasions only, and he loved the skin the most, so when I saw pork skin in the market, I picked up a pack, soaked it in some brine, and boiled the hell out of it. It dried out overnight, and my plan was to fry the skin as an appetizer and serve it with a traditional liver-based sauce that goes with lechon.

Apparently they hadn’t dried quite well enough, and soon after the pieces were dropped in the hot oil, mini-explosions started happening that brought Andy running in from the other room. No one was injured, but the oil was everywhere, and we only got a few pieces out of it. They’re an acquired taste anyway, so Dad got the whole small plate to himself.

The rest of the lechon turned out better than expected. Keeping the skin on left the meat moist and tender – a trick I’ll be sure to repeat when doing pulled pork in the future. (I could only find pork with the skin still intact at the Asian Market – the folks at Price Chopper had never even heard of such a thing, which means we are on to something good.)

By far the most polarizing dish was the Amapalaya – bitter melon. Even after scraping out the pith, soaking in a salty bath, and squeezing out the excess bitterness, these were still bitter as hell. And I like bitter. More than earning its common name, this bitter melon was sauteed with onions, garlic and tomatoes, then flavored with soy sauce and almost tempered with a healthy dose of oyster sauce.

The latter’s sweetness was not enough to combat the bitterness, however, so this is not a dish for the faint of taste-buds. In small doses it works well, particularly when we were otherwise lacking on the vegetable front. They’re supposedly packed with vitamins and nutrients (even if some were leached out in the prep and cooking process). 

Though only three are on display here, there were actually four sauces created for this dinner. The aforementioned pair for the lumpia, then one for the Embutido, and one for the lechon. I knew one day all these bowls Andy bought would come in handy, and this was that day. We broke bread with the family in celebratory Christmas fashion, closing out the holiday in happy fashion.

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Tiny Threads: An Insignificant Series

Suzie and I were just texting about this other day: is the Erie Canal still operational?

Low bridge, everybody down.

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Leather and Blush

At first the idea of these two together was inconceivable. Mixing fragrances is a risky business, and even those who know the dangers and do it carefully run the risk of inadvertently causing clashes instead of inspired combinations. I tend not to mix and match, with the occasional exception of a few tried and true Tom Ford selections from his Private Blend collection. When I saw an Instagram post last year putting ‘Tuscan Leather‘ next to ‘Santal Blush‘, I cringed inwardly. There was no way this would work, I thought. As with all brilliant ideas, it took a while for me to be won over.
For my holiday fragrance this year, I wanted something both naughty and nice, and remembering this pairing I took a risk and tried them both on. The dark beauty of ‘Tuscan Leather’ went surprisingly well with the sweetness of ‘Santal Blush’. The former ripened into its legendary raspberry perfume, while the latter wound around it delicately with its sandalwood whispers. Together they give off the heat that ‘Fucking Fabulous’ fell just short of achieving (we will forgive a lot if the name is good enough). The leather and lace notion is always wonderful for dramatic impact, and in a season where bad and good rather awkwardly co-mingle, this is the perfect olfactory embodiment of the yin and yang.

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Tiny Threads: An Insignificant Series

Once bitten, twice stupid.

Fuck being shy.

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PHSD: Post-Holiday Stress Disorder

“I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and the candles and the silver and gilt-ribboned presents and the birch-log fires and the Christmas turkey and the carols at the piano promised never came to pass.” ~ Sylvia Plath

Leave it to Ms. Plath to give a happy spin to this season, though I still prefer a quote from Madonna in ‘Truth or Dare‘: “Definitely one of the all-time worst… There were so many little things they could fuck up, and boy did they.”

We have dwelled enough on this never-ending holiday season, but for this final holiday post of 2018, I give the last word to Judy Garland, herself no stranger to heartache and unappreciated genius. Sing out, sweet sister, and tell it to the world.

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When does the #AlanIlaganIsOverParty start trending? Because I am done with this shit. 

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{Instagram is better.}

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Holiday, Celebration…

…Christmas is over in every nation!

And so it goes, and so it went.

The main thing I’m feeling right now is not peace or happiness or contentment, it’s relief.

If it’s possible to feel a little more wise, I think that’s at work too. Because I learned a few things that took me 43 years to learn. Nothing so profound to get into here, and some things are too messy to blog about anyway. I may need some fodder for 2019 anyway, so stay tuned.

As for the day after Christmas, I’m ready to get back into the work saddle, start work on a new project, and get things moving for a new year. The best solution for feeling icky is to set yourself in motion and leave the past behind.

Next Christmas we’ll do it much differently.

Maybe on an island, away from all the madness.

If we took a holiday…

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Tiny Threads: An Insignificant Series

Eventually, all things gaudy and in poor taste find their way into my favor. At this moment, that’s a flocked Christmas tree. 

If you don’t like it, flock you. 

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Merry Mutha-f-ing Christmas!

Do it up, any way you want it. 

I’ll be finishing up a seven-dish Filipino meal, cooked entirely by yours truly. (Clean-up by Andy.) 

Merry merry quite contrary…

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The Most Magical Night of the Year

“Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!” ~ Charles Dickens

Before the excitement and the noise, a moment of quiet and repose. 

In the anticipation and the hours of lead-up, I find the most peace. 

There is still time to think it will all be perfect.

All the gifts you ever wanted could still be under the tree. 

All the wishes you ever made could be waiting to come true. 

All the warmth and love you ever needed could be on the way, high in the night air, nestled in a sleigh. 

 

 

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It’s never too late to have a moment of redemption. 

Happy Christmas Eve.

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Walking into Christmas Eve Like…

… this. 

Making my entrance again with my usual flair… 

Even if I don’t quite feel like it this year, I’ll get on my tip-toes and make it happen.

That’s what we do. 

 

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Tiny Threads: An Insignificant Series

Regarding office present protocol: I don’t give gifts. I only receive.

No hard feelings.

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When Will This Christmas Nightmare Be Over?

Maybe it just got started a week or two earlier than usual, but for some reason I was completely over this Christmas holiday season many days ago. Reminder to self: next year we need to begin later, because the burn-out is like some tail-whip hangover that just won’t quit.

As for how to survive the actual event itself (and a seven-dish Filipino dinner I’m making for my entire family) I find it best to devolve into fantasy and future-planning. My mind is already onto the days past Christmas – and the first few days of January when all is quiet and everyone is feeling the let-down. That’s where I find inspiration. I have plans for the next project (but you can still see the fuss and hubbub over the last one in this post, and this project page). It’s going to be a bit of a departure from ‘PVRTD‘ – as is my wont – and I’m hoping it will be a peaceful avenue. Actually, it will be a peaceful avenue because I intend it to be.

Until then, I’m biding my time. Staying quiet. Keeping still. Riding out the last few days of the year in subtle style. And looking to the future…

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The Sexiest Christmas Assholes

This is one Christmas sandwich most of us won’t be able to replicate at home, but how lovely would it be if we could? According to Twitter-lore, this is what happened when Hugh Jackman and Jake Gyllenhaal tricked Ryan Reynolds into wearing a Christmas sweater at a party without a Christmas sweater theme. “These assholes told me it was a sweater party,” Mr. Reynolds tweeted with the photo. I love this on at least three levels:

  1. Ryan Reynolds
  2. Jake Gyllenhaal
  3. Hugh Jackman

Each of the gentlemen has been featured here a few times:

Ryan Reynolds – In his birthday suit, in his almost-birthday suit, in shirtless motion, and in this menagerie of male nudity

Jake Gyllenhaal – In his collaboration with Tom Ford, naked as a jaybird, naked as a swan, naked as a hawk, naked as any given bird

Hugh Jackman – In this grouping of hot guys, in this back-end of a recap, and in this criminally hot nude GIF.

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