Frannywanny

Here's a new trivia about me: I come from a bread-loving family. This is the reason why I didn't grow up having rice for breakfast everyday and instead we have loaves of bread on the table and we panic when we ran out of them and couldn't rush to the nearest bakery to refill our stock for the next day. As a result, we each have our own favorite type of bread. Mine would always be Ciabatta , my sister Foccacia , Mommy loves freshly baked pandesal and monay while my dad, a no-frills man, always goes for his 4 slices of Tasty in the morning. Together with our breads, we each have our own favorite spreads to. I love anything savory while my dad and sister prefer something sweet. Still we all love to shop for new jams, spread and fillings while doing our respective grocery shopping. Take my recent trip to the US for example, I went nuts inside the Knotts Berry Store as I hoarded on bottles of Strawberry and Apricot jams. Paul just stood beside me shaking his head and ...

Having enough time to spare before the outreach that Paul and I promised to attend today, I suggested that we drop by the Legazpi Market so I can finally show Paul why I love it so much! Thankfully, most of the stalls were still not pulling out despite the fact that it was almost 2PM. Upon entering the market, Paul was immediately drawn towards Imang Salud's stall mainly due to her giant ensaymadas and those to-die-for Plantanillas. I smiled at the stall owner, Mrs. Henares, not really expecting her to remember me since we just met once and this was already a month ago. Guess what?! She remembered me and even asked me if I'm Frannywanny . WOW! I'm so touched and flattered! She continued by telling me that she has read my article and thank me for liking the Plantanilla. Even after a dozen "no tita, it's ok po..." and "nakakahiya po, it's ok really... ", she still insists that I accept her gift as her way of saying THANK YOU. So, I finally gav...

Not so long ago, a market is primarily known to be a place where one can get the freshest meat, veggies and seafood. Furthermore it is also a place that is synonymous to wet floors, yellow incandecent bulbs and yes, that distinctive aroma of raw meat. It is a place where moms, cooks and yayas would go to on an early Sunday morning. Growing up, my mom would occassionally mention that my sister and I have to learn to go to the market for us to be a lil bit domestic in the future. That and learning how to cook a couple of basic dishes. We took her advice on the cooking part but to this day haven't had the chance to visit a wet market. Thank God for the brilliant minds of neighborhood associations who got together and created, what I'd call, the cleanest markets in town! If all markets were like these then everyday would probably be Market Day! However, unlike your regular wet market, weekend markets have more cooked meals and specialty stalls that features unique dishes. Some eve...