My in-laws recently celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary last week. So we prepared a special lunch with the whole family, with each of their children contributing, to celebrate this important milestone. What would be a celebration without a cake? So here:
The apos (grandchildren – there are 4) jostled, and huffed and puffed, as they all wanted to blow the candles – only to be dismayed realizing there were none!
I’m not a good cook. In fact, I learned how to cook only after I had gotten married. My father has been spoiling us – he’s a great cook – so I never really learned except to cook rice. And the first time I did that yielded disastrous results. But that story I will reserve for another post, tee-hee-hee.
Like many Filipino husbands, my husband is also a good cook. He taught me many things, like frying, cooking adobo, sinigang and nilagang baka. When I was in Kenya as a VSO volunteer, I used the limited-cooking skills I have to survive there. But then again, the vegetables and food there is quite different from what I’m used to.
Anyhow, I’m getting nowhere with this post. Sorry about rambling but what I was intending to post this bicho-bicho that I made, upon my sister’s suggestion. I don’t know what this is in English though but I do know that some Filipino foodies say that bicho-bicho is traditional doughnut of us Pinoys 🙂
Obviously, this doughnut is not round and has no hole. It is elongated and powdered in white sugar. Well, I preferred not to put sugar in my bicho-bichos – just my attempt at keeping diabetes at bay, hahaha. This goes well with my hot coffee.