Decades after my Sesame Street primary education,Cookie Monster's nomnomnom, is still current. That blue shag lump with the guttural voice - probably from eating too many cookies without pausing for water introduced me to non-words I love. He presumably loves milk but the glass rarely shared screen time with flying bits of cookie. So nice to have Nomnomnom stick around, like kapow, blam, and bang. My other favorite is boing.boing, boing (bouncing) : ). I am known for speaking in sound effects to make a point.
Mom loves dining out but worries about how much it will cost us. These days, as long as we get to hitch with the brother who drives to and from work (near said mall and church) it was easier to get her to go out. It was too hot in the house and the mall is our refuge, so to speak.
I have always thought of my mom as this modern, gutsy woman. She was quite a fashionista, judging from her pictures. Even when she was dressed simply, she had bearing and a commanding presence. You know how moms usually talk about how they used to be popular? I could see it.
This picture of my mom was taken when I was still in grade school. I thought she looked quite
It gets so that I forget that she was once this beautiful woman whose adventures I can only guess at. Oh, all moms are beautiful but I mean beautiful in the conventional sense: single, young or in her prime, spontaneous, bubbling over, still dreaming for herself. When there came us, those dreams got set aside; the need to look after us meant forgetting to take care of herself. I would snap a photo of my mom and ask her to smile but she wouldn't even look at the camera at times, because she felt the pictures wouldn't come out the way she wanted. Have you seen that Dove commercial where a forensic expert draws a woman two ways - how she describes herself and how others see her. Too true. Even when we now subscribe to the idea that ennobling roles (such as mommyhood) bring out inner beauty and is far more important, HD and megapixels sometimes painfully records all the flaws you manage to ignore dressing up or making up in front of a mirror. I don't think it's a matter of how people perceive you but how you remember feeling good and confident when you think you look good. Have I lost you yet? Maybe I am not being very clear. Sorry! : )
My mom is like any other woman who feels she doesn't look as good as she would have liked... or how she remembered herself to have been. A woman's natural vanity will make you long for what was. This was brought to mind recently. My friend lost her job and stayed home. It hasn’t been that long. We tried on clothes at the mall and she was laid low realizing how much she has let herself go. She said she wanted to feel pretty again, which meant she wanted to look it, too. More so the moms who endured years of hardship and endless compromising. I heard on a TV show recently that “it isn’t compromise when it didn’t hurt both parties a little” and I think about what my mom lost in our favor.
Sweet Baum Cafe cream cheese cakes - similar to the local bakery "pianono"(jelly roll) or Bulacan's "inipit" (jelly sandwich) but so fine and light; the cream cheese or custard filling (there are choices) so delicately incorporated its almost silky and the cake roll seemed all of a piece when in fact, it's made up of layers so thin it was almost seamless..
fried eggplant (skin burnt off and the skinned eggplant squashed with a fork into a batter of whisked eggs, salt and pepper).
She was in luck though: Fancy Cakes & Crepes sent her a Baby Doll – one of the first cake recipes I collaborated on and taste tested for the cafe way back. They don’t sell it in store, only to order, because this is a very delicate lemon chiffon and strawberry cake with strawberry cream and jam so light (dare I say ethereal) that I named it so. Yep, I am a cake namer, too! : )
Of course, she loved it. I had an inkling older people will love Baby Doll as much as the younger adventurous eater (anything with lemon or mint in these parts is not as popular as, say, chocolate or vanilla).