My first taste of spring was optimistic, to put it lightly. I was welcomed by Blizzard Jonas, and while my husband was slaving around shovelling snow, I was jumping in them. Spring, though, looked exactly how I pictured it: a true rebirth. Everything that was dull and grey suddenly became bright and green, full of life and bloom. So that only meant one thing: it was time to fire up the grill.
I meant it when I said that I miss my father’s cooking. A part of me always struggles to bring that to the table, whenever I cook for our family or for a gathering. In a way, I’m making sure that my father was not forgotten, and he was always known for being a good cook. He’s a mechanic by the way, like my husband, but when he starts working in the kitchen, he will blow you away.
My father always loved to grill… and I never liked it. I found it difficult tempering the fire (especially back in my country where we do it in coals), it was too hot to keep cooking (since our normal day temperature was at least 95ºF), the food either cooked too fast or too slow, and you always ended up smelling like smoke. But grilling was my father’s forte.
Imagine my joy when I heard from family members that my husband’s grilled pork belly tasted so closely to my father’s. Since moving here, I requested for that pork belly every other month or so, and he would make it the same way, and it would taste the same way. And it would always be perfect.
Each time there’d be a gathering here, I try to volunteer his cooking. Most of the time though, they’d request for it, just like when people requested my father to grill. I feel blessed and fortunate to have the past, the present and the future all existing in the person I chose to spend my life with.
I truly am living the dream.
One of the things that I genuinely miss in this life is my father's cooking. For those who met him, they would say that #sirboy's cooking was warm, savory and inviting. It tasted like you're cared for and loved. When he passed, that was one of my first thoughts: I will never taste my father's cooking ever again. Then, this man came along. I'd like to believe it's a confirmation that I truly am meant to be with him. His grilled dishes never fail to make me think of my Tatay, especially his liempo. And it makes sense too, that my husband would be the one person I'd leave my home for, only for him to bring back to me — laid perfectly on my table, hot and seared to perfection — the meals that would make me feel like I never left. I love you, Allan. #carlallan #love #blessmyheart #foodforthought