tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131600262024-03-21T11:34:29.961+08:00Loney KitchenAle becomes Inday. Diaries of a Tagalog migrant in the Visayas.Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-79179174521334256212008-07-17T10:24:00.016+08:002008-07-24T08:27:42.525+08:00Mimay Pie<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ztV2SKx6l86bH3Y1eVAGhPrkDdkY_Ey3FtxHpVFmVE9wnf6MTh01p0Q-97OH_pt8H6eqNxPRpH8-DptItDol0lQCamLEzaSy79c1Yk_GKjGbW9kE0LSfXCqYuJeoJq46kqGZ/s1600-h/Copy+of+100_0017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224500802978707890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ztV2SKx6l86bH3Y1eVAGhPrkDdkY_Ey3FtxHpVFmVE9wnf6MTh01p0Q-97OH_pt8H6eqNxPRpH8-DptItDol0lQCamLEzaSy79c1Yk_GKjGbW9kE0LSfXCqYuJeoJq46kqGZ/s320/Copy+of+100_0017.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiswSwdsEEGditEvxp69AIJAs3VdLWBCzdwP77Z7hVuPtQ5DGSV3GdpOmXyEW-4Um57s-HunbDhEs71oPG2qxgEyVxMV6rUo_2Y-su2UTIY6Ab_kw-NV4YZgSOZV7_ZfqeU4kp-/s1600-h/101_0125.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224493287440658258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiswSwdsEEGditEvxp69AIJAs3VdLWBCzdwP77Z7hVuPtQ5DGSV3GdpOmXyEW-4Um57s-HunbDhEs71oPG2qxgEyVxMV6rUo_2Y-su2UTIY6Ab_kw-NV4YZgSOZV7_ZfqeU4kp-/s320/101_0125.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mimay Pie..... Somewhere in this fertile island of Negros way up within the lush mountains, we found wild berries scattered on the moss-covered pathway of the forest. While gathering these guaranteed organic, tiny, squishy, succulent fruit, I thought of our summer vacations at my Lola's where we could just walk around her backyard and pick all kinds of fruits and flowers for FREE. Depending on the season, it could be mangoes and star apples during the summer or guavas, chicos, santol or langka during the rainy months. It's actually the act of finding and picking these tiny berries that gets me all excited since everything seems to cost something nowadays. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">They say these fruits contain anti-oxidants called anthocyanins. Check out this website <a href="http://www.wildernessfamilynaturals.com/">http://www.wildernessfamilynaturals.com</a> to find out more.<br /><br />Out of these luscious fruit cousin Mimay made this simple pie no bakeshop can offer. This is real eating... fresh and fast.</div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><p align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p align="left"></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgASh9cQE5qHgqzyIrpYh7QPOLYMY5rbwaEan3VkxEFED2yJ0PqdJgvFjZcZZBSsrCMQ65em36xb2zsCxVrB32uNjzB6z9HZBPcwxVMc5rcChba3ZoOE4QIWYnjkin87aRuy79V/s1600-h/100_0017.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"></span></span></span></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="left"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgASh9cQE5qHgqzyIrpYh7QPOLYMY5rbwaEan3VkxEFED2yJ0PqdJgvFjZcZZBSsrCMQ65em36xb2zsCxVrB32uNjzB6z9HZBPcwxVMc5rcChba3ZoOE4QIWYnjkin87aRuy79V/s1600-h/100_0017.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"></span></span></span></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div>Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-44582163964831373632008-07-12T10:58:00.011+08:002008-07-13T07:02:52.961+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ABkVPP1fGxPOTHXWBYDr1fanmMQsLXElnWxSvFhhc5_qs3N7Gh7mqCwc95ns1-GPetGuUB7IQR9hXHafSfrhlatEHN9yHjKTmENaglB_-O3fMT2P_mDgy7KgLKU8XPAximds/s1600-h/IMG_0965.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ABkVPP1fGxPOTHXWBYDr1fanmMQsLXElnWxSvFhhc5_qs3N7Gh7mqCwc95ns1-GPetGuUB7IQR9hXHafSfrhlatEHN9yHjKTmENaglB_-O3fMT2P_mDgy7KgLKU8XPAximds/s320/IMG_0965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221969720589061826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiury19tmKgSrp-ha4ZRvf7pqckCLBFu0rUuQhDpHoHAMRQ5xA3SXmXj9dpr7Hnmtmk5Pi_tk2znNj3-5e0bZJSQEAE1oOogdcbpEw-OvU4CGOPTmdO7fO1FznZIQOJJxNumhi/s1600-h/IMG_0962.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiury19tmKgSrp-ha4ZRvf7pqckCLBFu0rUuQhDpHoHAMRQ5xA3SXmXj9dpr7Hnmtmk5Pi_tk2znNj3-5e0bZJSQEAE1oOogdcbpEw-OvU4CGOPTmdO7fO1FznZIQOJJxNumhi/s320/IMG_0962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221962065686643314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Comfort from family and a rainbow</span>.....A life well lived is a life well spent with family and a recent visit of a close relative and her twins had us hying off to the beaches of Oriental Negros and Apo Island. We were welcomed at the resort by an awesome view of Apo Island framed by a lovely rainbow. Why does a rainbow always make us smile? Really....have you seen someone look at one with a sour face or say, "Öh no, another rainbow." There seems to be an unexplainable feeling of elation that comes from within us when we see this untouchable ray of colors. Just like family, they're always a welcome sight.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /></div>Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-57135273337726818072008-06-28T09:53:00.005+08:002008-07-12T10:47:27.319+08:00The Awesome G9<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSrM_D8x70EujMl3jbITCur-W1oYWol_SHIIF8u2RPV8r_-fjzA1uYpIuGqna0JYvs04WyqyRrgzorsfXBldpFoEgNElzogiuBmc0iDM3Z5JmRm1ZK5qs65sldnimYUwOYC8V/s1600-h/IMG_0504.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216745349248929442" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSrM_D8x70EujMl3jbITCur-W1oYWol_SHIIF8u2RPV8r_-fjzA1uYpIuGqna0JYvs04WyqyRrgzorsfXBldpFoEgNElzogiuBmc0iDM3Z5JmRm1ZK5qs65sldnimYUwOYC8V/s320/IMG_0504.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />How can a tiny black metal box that practically fits in your hand produce and replicate something as beautiful as a lotus? My experience with cameras is that of an amateur but the Canon G9 makes me feel otherwise. I have observed with awe and some envy how the pros handle their lbs heavy equipment and the sound of the shutter is music to my ears. This recent acquisition has me attempting to catch each moment, be it that of a flower, the sun or a loved one. I'm just having so much fun!<br /></div>Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-35708427403656873742008-05-16T12:01:00.007+08:002008-06-28T09:52:06.462+08:00Quest for the most Eggccelent.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieyV7t_nYSyF8NtgMOkRM4CpoTi7RDbSnQJrrTDLnEpUcD3vqMntia47FAlrcdBH3CAFL4xbNwkxVMSeRhFc1Qk8wRYNv6xj6GTOeJcawWsq7O1_GqFNq9bxxi24MgDwvYMAwW/s1600-h/100_0007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216742040103281410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="218" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieyV7t_nYSyF8NtgMOkRM4CpoTi7RDbSnQJrrTDLnEpUcD3vqMntia47FAlrcdBH3CAFL4xbNwkxVMSeRhFc1Qk8wRYNv6xj6GTOeJcawWsq7O1_GqFNq9bxxi24MgDwvYMAwW/s320/100_0007.JPG" width="307" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB1m-xklAA-G8UuXkrA0-ajaaVxCoz-r0hQyMNdLEFY6asLJuqvEoRsdjuaLWH0PYpWxC5Yz8JLI0rD2flbBLRF6VrgMJY72-w83DDZb1ijQrRQajlV-WSQJ_d4hyphenhyphenyjVDsAi9b/s1600-h/100_0014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200829723618452434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB1m-xklAA-G8UuXkrA0-ajaaVxCoz-r0hQyMNdLEFY6asLJuqvEoRsdjuaLWH0PYpWxC5Yz8JLI0rD2flbBLRF6VrgMJY72-w83DDZb1ijQrRQajlV-WSQJ_d4hyphenhyphenyjVDsAi9b/s320/100_0014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><em>Egg</em>ccelent Portuguese Egg Tarts........So much has been said and written about these teensie pastries that travel brochures and guides would make them a "must try" when visiting Macau. And so I put myself to the task of finding the best ever Portuguese Egg Tart. I've have been told beforehand that Margaret's Cafe e Nata beats all others hands down. Although as expected, other places would claim that theirs was the best. </div><br /><div>Of the various tarts I tried, I would agree that Margaret's were the best. The uber flaky pastry and thick, rich and velvety smooth egg custard was a hands down winner for me. A bit of a let down were those from Lord Stowe's but those from KFC in HK were surprisingly good.</div><div> </div><div>Here back home, my thoughts are now on a quest to MAKE these minute and sinful pleasures, but then it's just a thought.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-29727464028619274232007-12-17T20:19:00.000+08:002007-12-17T20:45:11.368+08:00The Weight of Nothing<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The Weight of Nothing</span>.....<span style="font-style: italic;">Tell me the weight of </span></span><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKp56Xd8-Z5jvOgD4CpYOWLaEcpuo-Vzk41TXMbO3G_PaTrz-lVsMhqwmc1HYCqqVhMd9h3yBF4_UKhsyr_39FzKJY9lL9pIevReim3dUkhsULbh-Y4f7YDkboSOu7IeFb6EQu/s1600-h/100_0017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKp56Xd8-Z5jvOgD4CpYOWLaEcpuo-Vzk41TXMbO3G_PaTrz-lVsMhqwmc1HYCqqVhMd9h3yBF4_UKhsyr_39FzKJY9lL9pIevReim3dUkhsULbh-Y4f7YDkboSOu7IeFb6EQu/s320/100_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144916984593192914" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">a snowflake, a coal mouse asked a wild dove.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nothing more than nothing, was the answer.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In that case, I must tell you a marvelous story, the coal mouse said.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I sat on the branch of a fir, close to its trunk, when it began to snow heavily, not in a raging blizzard, no, just like a dream, without any wound and without any violence. Since I did not have anything better to do, I counted the snowflakes settling on the twigs and needles in my branch. Their number was exactly 3,714,952.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When the 3,714,953rd dropped onto the branch, nothing more that nothing as you would say, the branch broke off.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Having said that, the coal mouse flew away.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The dove, since Noah's time an authority on the matter, thought about the story for a while, and finally said to herself, "Perhaps there is only one person's voice lacking for peace in the world."</span><br /><br />This was written on one of the pages of my Ocarina songbook and I thought it was such a wonderful story to share during this holiday season.<br /><br />From my home to yours, Happy Holidays and may the New Year bring us all the ever elusive peace that we want.Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-20687988826578720752007-11-11T08:34:00.000+08:002007-11-11T10:02:27.203+08:00Desert Beauty<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFBOrE_k8cAL2JLNXdobiKFg1wsta6dGSNeK3ooln7vZd6uD7Sq3y9EqcMcciKx21L0AZq2Y3Spn7CmNfuBRFB7qabnHF3zQXsIH645IOOEvOAO1kXuAsFIYLPTBTX_6OPFRob/s1600-h/100_0014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131391107662666450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFBOrE_k8cAL2JLNXdobiKFg1wsta6dGSNeK3ooln7vZd6uD7Sq3y9EqcMcciKx21L0AZq2Y3Spn7CmNfuBRFB7qabnHF3zQXsIH645IOOEvOAO1kXuAsFIYLPTBTX_6OPFRob/s320/100_0014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div><div>Visiting some friends this summer in El Paso, Texas brought a lot of pleasant surprises. We got a first hand introduction to a bit of Tex-Mex culture. Situated so near the Mexican border, you can actually see the hills of this central American country. It felt like we were in one of those tele-novela's and going about was like being lost in translation. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwarIlvYE8gdIHag8tjzwLWNAVPYGAlXqOHBsVqYMxyDGZAQAFBNMiMSW8pxwHoS2d4xSta0Z5WUFKkMoW8WtDa11zFwx8abq-J9kz6_TKfxsoT4G_M-PCo2aQLF8mCb18kk6y/s1600-h/100_0010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131394054010231538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwarIlvYE8gdIHag8tjzwLWNAVPYGAlXqOHBsVqYMxyDGZAQAFBNMiMSW8pxwHoS2d4xSta0Z5WUFKkMoW8WtDa11zFwx8abq-J9kz6_TKfxsoT4G_M-PCo2aQLF8mCb18kk6y/s320/100_0010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><p></p><p></p><p>Dinner one Sunday was at Cattleman's, located within the desert just off the city limits. As the name evoke's, it is a carnivore's mecca with it's own cattle ranch. What impressed me more was the unexpected beauty of this seemingly desolate land. Being able to catch the sunset made this experience even more melodramatic. </p><p>Going over<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiP5DPn0pNieDnEHyANK19rsc6DAK8Hvk5mbOTgQVT_BbzMpTCEi7yj7PkHXaN_D9RVmXH9URBGdSHuCFxIcKsT0BhFGjtWzJIGydVwmYBwETQYW6N0sVgwwvWHlq26zAFKA8q/s1600-h/100_0016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131391429785213666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="268" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiP5DPn0pNieDnEHyANK19rsc6DAK8Hvk5mbOTgQVT_BbzMpTCEi7yj7PkHXaN_D9RVmXH9URBGdSHuCFxIcKsT0BhFGjtWzJIGydVwmYBwETQYW6N0sVgwwvWHlq26zAFKA8q/s320/100_0016.JPG" width="227" border="0" /></a> some photos makes me want to reach out for their Frozen Margarita made with the juice of a local cacti, perfect for an end-of-the-day cocktail.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p></div></div></div></div></div>Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-31697923294514718992007-11-10T11:42:00.000+08:002007-11-10T12:45:32.716+08:00USDA Prime Challenge<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK9-DrkgR6B0w-vV0kPA7vgeHQKQBI6JWEW8GRllQcxpe1QifnnLBX3c6wqWTqHzZPo9jKFxVVbV55fhtEcIyJUcgSKw90NfboqrcwiA7icJVD7gsKcRQpaCpeaJgfddegWHkr/s1600-h/101_0108.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK9-DrkgR6B0w-vV0kPA7vgeHQKQBI6JWEW8GRllQcxpe1QifnnLBX3c6wqWTqHzZPo9jKFxVVbV55fhtEcIyJUcgSKw90NfboqrcwiA7icJVD7gsKcRQpaCpeaJgfddegWHkr/s320/101_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131067980093119042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwbtTy5vaenBnj_rzP3DqhLFNp0SmLECFo-Y1QpAU8-dqOEmO6_mD589RldPik77OPtsoz330t5ZiCHgRHCHVP3s43FSDE35p6SxShHoKDyBS5NbxC0tGJ6e8LoiP8gX8rmlZ1/s1600-h/101_0110.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwbtTy5vaenBnj_rzP3DqhLFNp0SmLECFo-Y1QpAU8-dqOEmO6_mD589RldPik77OPtsoz330t5ZiCHgRHCHVP3s43FSDE35p6SxShHoKDyBS5NbxC0tGJ6e8LoiP8gX8rmlZ1/s320/101_0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131053093736471058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A good thick steak is something we REALLY enjoy in our house. We have also come to a conclusion that the best steaks are those that we prepare and cook at home either pan-fried or grilled over hot coals and served with whatever we want. No fancy sauces, just the taste of pure meat.<br /><br />Having the chance to purchase USDA Prime (which we have never tried before), we decided to put it to a challenge against lower graded steaks. Verdict......it's called Prime because it is.Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-87863892023231435282007-11-09T15:54:00.001+08:002007-11-09T16:08:43.622+08:00The Bread of the Month<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPtvlDONgDJ7w-I3itYZtYk1U9w1rNmZAKdmsvHBDdYOAy9mODa2w62FQ1CQl1TmjoaLRg7Yz1o1lctfSSsVmBlO0b566P-eybt-FmtTKQn6WngwT2l4yAkQUvq3mKRkHfQMHY/s1600-h/100_0086.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPtvlDONgDJ7w-I3itYZtYk1U9w1rNmZAKdmsvHBDdYOAy9mODa2w62FQ1CQl1TmjoaLRg7Yz1o1lctfSSsVmBlO0b566P-eybt-FmtTKQn6WngwT2l4yAkQUvq3mKRkHfQMHY/s320/100_0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130748662159563266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI4E13VJqn62RfDGm_hb2MmBsU5vtX-jmGhP6Fwy0-KicjndVcL5akeZdmzlBYasPIwg1Vr3L7AXp3ekEp2MB94_x4pvMVTM-89OAGvjtdUFqj5JJB2MHTM7l5GhbTi7l_vbO2/s1600-h/100_0083.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI4E13VJqn62RfDGm_hb2MmBsU5vtX-jmGhP6Fwy0-KicjndVcL5akeZdmzlBYasPIwg1Vr3L7AXp3ekEp2MB94_x4pvMVTM-89OAGvjtdUFqj5JJB2MHTM7l5GhbTi7l_vbO2/s320/100_0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130746514675915250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />A few months back, the New York Times' own Mark Bittman featured a no-knead bread from the Sullivan Bakery. For a while, I think this was one bread recipe tried in kitchens all over the world. I would visit blog sites and this no-knead bread would keep popping up. This is my own Sullivan bread served still warm, with some Italian salami.Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-20116300920397343082007-11-09T15:09:00.002+08:002007-11-09T15:53:48.184+08:00"Get Lost" place<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDU8zOmcLkdBkwfD6WgAc1AW0JiXZd1CN3xDlg29VY0U6GwCYgOBEte1D8DdcwG5j0T1VEzejC4I27_56r3Ia6gp8kTjcOUoi3JBrR314_qsWfth6cv_9tCIONU0q4VvAvXOLX/s1600-h/101_0157.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDU8zOmcLkdBkwfD6WgAc1AW0JiXZd1CN3xDlg29VY0U6GwCYgOBEte1D8DdcwG5j0T1VEzejC4I27_56r3Ia6gp8kTjcOUoi3JBrR314_qsWfth6cv_9tCIONU0q4VvAvXOLX/s320/101_0157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130745316380039650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-043-bZzdVTlHghhzZ2tsKIF4x8OGhY1uewYfmpsHQp5liI_51Lhy1QiEMQpenc-HUHmEeByC2ed_04VAUccpTlPiTAI0H3AvrY2c5db-4yLdLNVCGT4rO5cFyo4kRHORwbtC/s1600-h/101_0159.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-043-bZzdVTlHghhzZ2tsKIF4x8OGhY1uewYfmpsHQp5liI_51Lhy1QiEMQpenc-HUHmEeByC2ed_04VAUccpTlPiTAI0H3AvrY2c5db-4yLdLNVCGT4rO5cFyo4kRHORwbtC/s320/101_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130738311288379858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Paradise found.....Living in a small town can be a good thing especially during long, boring weekends. It gives us reason to drive to Siaton town, a 50-minute drive south of Dumaguete and spend a day or two at our favorite "get lost" place, Antulang Resort. Positioned at the southern-most tip of Negros Island, it is a place of refuge from our daily anxious and antsy lives.<br /><br /><br /></span>Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-1135300946342520992007-04-23T14:40:00.000+08:002007-04-23T14:40:52.447+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/1600/141_4198.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/320/141_4198.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Langkawas...I dug up some from my garden to use in my curry. Lovely colors!Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-61963004607934020882007-04-23T14:27:00.000+08:002007-11-09T15:05:53.013+08:00Bed of Roses<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuFXx4Yorq9NNjp0o9W_53pfRsHqtjlqqgcxJoSeJbCfUC_E2L9_7ZHEQTtbh3GSKQv_qo-Zr8tctBxmMYsYpvef6tYqRbUOCaNgX8OLEPY36vKA4UdM-BHYwFlYwPXKu_G6f5/s1600-h/101_0139.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuFXx4Yorq9NNjp0o9W_53pfRsHqtjlqqgcxJoSeJbCfUC_E2L9_7ZHEQTtbh3GSKQv_qo-Zr8tctBxmMYsYpvef6tYqRbUOCaNgX8OLEPY36vKA4UdM-BHYwFlYwPXKu_G6f5/s320/101_0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130732813730240946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwd8nFGnAi69zs46PmN5gBaxUe5H96WnhX_cNl9TuOL23jYvfIqZUBWzgoStMHBg8EHwO5lad5pBztG3ypZ1zwXmtjZ0bzncb_ev_eKJ0Y_BjA94xsx8m7FCsGKnIKAEd8kQGF/s1600-h/rosy+cupcakes.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwd8nFGnAi69zs46PmN5gBaxUe5H96WnhX_cNl9TuOL23jYvfIqZUBWzgoStMHBg8EHwO5lad5pBztG3ypZ1zwXmtjZ0bzncb_ev_eKJ0Y_BjA94xsx8m7FCsGKnIKAEd8kQGF/s320/rosy+cupcakes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056507324041891762" border="0" /></a></span>Life is indeed a bed of edible, high caloric roses and porcine faces....Browsing through all the cupcake books has sent me into a baking binge. There is a bounty of web and blog sites wherein the only food they talk about is CUPCAKES.<br /><br />The wonderful thing about them is that I don't get complaints from my nephew and nieces about who gets the corner with the most frosting or why the other got a bigger slice (or so I thought). These are simple vanilla cupcakes made with butter cream frosting.Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-92070565384780233792006-11-28T11:05:00.000+08:002006-11-28T12:01:06.371+08:00What lies within?....Door & Windows of Sagada<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/1600/101_0111.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/200/101_0111.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Let my silence speak this time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/1600/100_0099.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/200/100_0099.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/1600/146_4669.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/200/146_4669.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/1600/100_0087.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/200/100_0087.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/1600/100_0098.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/200/100_0098.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/1600/100_0084.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/200/100_0084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/1600/100_0081.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/200/100_0081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/1600/100_0068.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/200/100_0068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/1600/100_0078.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/200/100_0078.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-80402561914349958192006-11-28T09:15:00.000+08:002006-11-28T10:16:36.763+08:00Salmon Mini-Bouganvillea<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/1600/100_0002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/320/100_0002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">At last it has flowered after waiting 13+ years! This teensy plant has me all excited since this is the first time it has ever bloomed profusely and I just can't stop admiring it each time I pass by the garden. This little patch of land which I have called my,Secret Garden, has gone through several facelifts over the 20 years that I have lived here. When I first started I had such grand illusions of what it had to look like and so like any novice gardener, magazines and pictures were my guide. Once, it had to be a flowering garden and all purchases for the garden had to do with flowers. You know how these seed packets have a picture of how your plants should look like once it starts flowering? Well what was I thinking! I had no idea about zones, temperatures and land preparation, so nothing much came out of the land. Believe me, but I even tried to plant Kentucky Blue grass once only to have the seeds washed out after a night of heavy rain. So we had Kentucky Blue grass sprouting at the sides of the canal outside our house. The garden had gone through a vegetable phase as well but I found growing them a bit labour intensive. I have finally found the garden I want and can live with and it is a combination of all those I have mentioned earlier and some. This tiny Bouganvillea has stood witness to most of these changes, maybe all these flowers are a sign that I am finally at peace with my garden and maybe with myself as well.</span></span>Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-6087402930564469892006-11-28T08:12:00.000+08:002006-11-28T10:17:32.968+08:00Steamed Chicken with Chinese Sausage<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/1600/126_2680.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3674/1606/320/126_2680.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Recent health concerns within the family have motivated me to look for more heart friendly recipes and this one has been in my recipe box for more than a decade. It's a simple and no fuss dish to serve when you have not much time. All you need is a good (organic is best) 1.5kl chicken. Cut it into pieces and toss in about 2 Tbps. of corn flour , 2 Tbsps. of Shaoshing wine, 1 Tbsp. Sesame Oil, 1Tbsp. Soy Sauce and some salt. Arrange in a heat-proof dish and insert slices of Chinese Sausages. Put in a steamer and let cook for about 45 minutes. Sprinkle chopped chives before serving. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></span>Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-1146552249697227862006-05-02T13:44:00.000+08:002006-11-03T19:44:15.356+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/1600/144_4428.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/320/144_4428.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">St. Kieran's Ginger-Date Balls</span>.....Now don't let the ginger turn you off from trying these crunchy sweet balls. Ginger has been known to be a natural cure for motion sickness, as a poltice for arthritis and rheumatism, sore throats and of course indispensable in the kitchen for tinola, steamed fish and chicken. This recipe came about when one of the mom's in my grandson's school, St. Kieran's, brought this during one of the school's fete's. It turned out to be such a hit that everyone was requesting for the recipe which she most kindly printed and shared.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">St. Kieran's Balls</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> In a saucepan place the ff:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 1/2 cup chopped dates</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 4 oz.(125g) butter</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 4 oz. preserved ginger</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 1/2 cup brown sugar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Cook on low heat till dates are soft.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Cool, then add 2 1/2cups rice bubbles.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Mix well, then </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;">form into balls.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Roll in dessicated coconut.</span><br /></span>Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-1139834850480635272006-02-13T18:30:00.000+08:002006-03-06T15:15:23.930+08:00Cubed Truffles<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/1600/141_4187.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/320/141_4187.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Quinito's Truffles..... My grandson loves almost anything chocolate and these truffles from Simon Johnson in Sydney are his favorite. Rich, pure chocolate at it's finest, with a sprinkling of nuts...ahh...I'm in heaven.Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-1139539621372144162006-02-10T10:05:00.000+08:002006-02-10T10:47:01.493+08:00Shortbread from HRH Prince of Wales<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/1600/141_4179.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/320/141_4179.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Duchy Organic Shortbread......If only we stuck to just satisfying man's basic needs, our lives would be much less complicated and stressful, albeit a bit boring. But then, don't we all go through days when we just crave for the best of something simple and uncomplicated? These are by far the best Shortbread biscuits I have ever had! Rich, buttery and made from organic ingredients grown and harvested from organic farms in Britain including the Home Farm at Highgrove in Gloucestershire.Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-1135302837737427162005-12-23T09:42:00.000+08:002006-02-08T02:20:07.813+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/1600/143_4313.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/320/143_4313.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Unlike gifts that come and go,<br />Or tinsel on the attic stowed,<br />May the spirit of peace we hold so dear,<br />Remain with us all throughout the year.<br /><br />From our house to your house,</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy Holidays!!!</span><br /></span></div>Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-1135068382775772882005-12-20T16:06:00.000+08:002006-02-21T10:46:32.660+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/1600/Sydney%202005%20Q%20races%20156.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/320/Sydney%202005%20Q%20races%20156.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Fuming about coffee...I roast my own coffee beans, grind them as needed and I do believe that I can make a fairly decent cup of fresh coffee be it from a drip machine or a French Press (plunger). Espresso and Cappucino...this is a different level of coffee making for me although I have made lackluster attempts, but I guess what I really need is a good quality machine and of course, THE PROPER TRAINING. This is a photo of what a perfect cappucino should be! Made with coffee with a thick crema and topped with a DENSE froth of milk. I am appalled at how a lot of coffee bars (including foreign franchises!) here try to pass-off a cup of watery coffee and soap bubble froth as Cappuccino. I know that in some countries, you cannot be a Barista without the proper training and certificate. I wonder if the people behind our coffee counters here even know what it takes to make good coffee or even what it should taste like. I don't think making a good cup of coffee is difficult, you just have to KNOW how to make it.Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-1135065942656085862005-12-20T15:30:00.000+08:002005-12-21T10:29:40.776+08:00Bees and Strawberries...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/1600/140_4017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/320/140_4017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I am not a breakfast person and I've never liked the feeling of a full stomach to start my day. Then I discovered the lovely combination of sweet and juicy strawberries with a creamy vanilla youghurt and a teaspoon of bee pollen. This with a glass of orange juice and a fresh cup of coffee is an ideal sunriser meal for me. </span>Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-1131334391267686232005-11-07T11:32:00.000+08:002006-01-27T10:18:41.580+08:00Strawberries & Bok Choy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/1600/Sydney%202005%20037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/320/Sydney%202005%20037.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>When East meets West......The one thing that has made me love Australia is the diversity of its people and their willingness in accepting things Asian. Greek, Indian, Japanese, Thai, Portugese & Chinese are staples in food courts, presented in so many diverse ways. This photo I took of Strawberries and Bok Choy signify a merging of the East with the West.Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-1131073513038580372005-11-04T11:04:00.000+08:002005-11-07T07:18:25.340+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/1600/Sydney%202005%20098.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/320/Sydney%202005%20098.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Halluuuu! I'm back and look what I have here....Middle Eastern Orange Cake w/ Marmalade Cream. Special occasions call for special food and good food just like good books, just need to be shared and in doing so it makes for good conversation. I made this lovely cake for my daughter's 30th and we loved it. Thanks Meg for this one and you're right, it didn't stay around for long. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-1121078119898659672005-07-11T19:07:00.000+08:002005-07-11T18:35:19.930+08:00Hello from the land down under ! Melbourne at daybreak.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/1600/Sydney%202005%20020.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4845/1146/320/Sydney%202005%20020.jpg" border="0" /></a>Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-1119057407193350952005-06-18T09:16:00.000+08:002005-06-18T09:16:47.196+08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/5967/320/New%20Image.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/5967/200/New%20Image.jpg'></a><br />Big man in pink crib ........On one of our trips we chanced upon this truck and I just had to share this with you guys. What is going on here ?! <a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a>Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160026.post-1119055339509855082005-06-18T08:42:00.000+08:002006-07-03T16:49:52.093+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/5967/320/117_1701.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/5967/200/117_1701.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Bugnay aka Bignay........It's not often that you find these trees and if you do, now is fruiting season. They grow in grape-like clusters and can be made into wine and some say it has medicinal qualites. I tried making jam last season and it came out good in flavour but a bit to thick in consistency ( overcooking perhaps ). There's a bitter-sourness that I like since I prefer my jams a bit less sugary . It's great on toast or served with panna cotta. <a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a>Loney Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09147972561383686001noreply@blogger.com7