Gutom (hungry)
Born and raised in the Philippines, and migrating to Texas (!) with her family at the tender age of 14, Denise was spoiled from an early age by a mother that prepared home-cooked meals almost everyday. Perhaps at the fault of a constantly full belly, she did not realize that one day she might actually be expected to fend for herself. For strangely convoluted reasons, Mama and Papa are now back in the old country and Denise, now in her mid-20’s, finds herself without her regular fix of Filipino food.
And so the madness begins. I’m Denise, and this is a record of my culinary stumblings and fumblings, and finding my way home through food.
Why the name “Endangered Adobo?”
I’ll go ahead and tell you right now that the reason is not very PC. Look away now if you’re still determined to try to like me.
It is a running joke between my friends that I will eat just about anything that moves. This isn’t true of course (I wouldn’t eat your puppy, for example) but news stories like these, plus that Andrew Zimmern episode where he eats an aborted duck egg does little to convince them otherwise. It’s become something of a gag, that endangered or not, I would probably eat it if it were cooked adobo-style.
aborted goose egg, i think. and hey, i’d eat a newly-found live specimen of t-rex if it was adobo’d. besides, bastard would probably try to eat me if i was adobo’d.
loved the first post, found this site from HE. Look forward to hearing about your culinary (mis)adventures!
I had “Balut” in the Philippines at one point… um…. holy god that was awful… but you go right ahead!
Also, your header graphic is cool, but the colors are mismatched with your background when viewed on my Mac with Safari. FYI.
Thanks for stopping by everyone!
@spence Thanks for the heads-up about that error, I’ll get that fixed. BTW I guess balut is an acquired taste 😉
Love the redesign, now get writing!
I was in the PI for the 50th anniversary of Leyte Gulf. I ate many things on sticks during that week. My Chief tried to get me to eat Balut. “Jeremy” he said, “it is just like chicken soup, only crunchy!” I told him that there was not enough San Miguel in the entire country.
AWESOME blog!!! Keep up the good work!! 😀