finally had my dose of retail therapy, my fingers crossed the entire time that Turo wouldn’t mind considering that we had budget restraints and these weren’t life or death purchases. but he didn’t. yay! it was one of the happiest30-minute shopping sprees of my life.
This week marked the second dinnerware upgrade of the year for our boys. They’re growing fast and eating more. They actually need bigger plates and bigger utensils that’s commensurate to the amount of food they now are capable of ingesting.
Well this was a darn good excuse for buying new plates. Of course the children can eat on just about any plate and still eat well. Still, I thought a couple of teal-bordered plates can make rice toppings look more appetizing. These plates looked like they were a crossbreed of a plate and a bowl—big boy plates as we like to call them.
When we had guests over just recently, I realized we had a couple of dinner plates missing. One I think I broke, the other I couldn’t remember. We only had a few dinner plates and they had to be replaced because we, adults, practically eat on them every meal. Just my luck because I found huge and heavy olive stoneware plates at a mall’s outlet sale. They were factory rejects, had scratches and blemishes on them which was why they were being sold at a bargain. I checked each piece of plate on the pile, lining up my fingers on the surface for unwanted scratches and cracks until I arrived at the three least damaged ones.
I’m a fan of stoneware and lovely plates. I couldn’t say that stoneware is sturdier than ordinary ceramic plates, even though they’re so much heavier. When I’m too tired I literally postpone washing dishes until the next day because I just might drop and break our stoneware plates. They’re that heavy.
For reasons I would not be able to explain, I just have a thing for stoneware. These new dinner plates I just bought are even larger and heavier than the adult plates we’re currently using. They could even pass for serving dishes. So there you go, double duty. For less than 250 pesos for five pieces of dinnerware, I have beautiful plates, zero stress and my shopping delusions gone for the moment.
Dwell is my new home store discovery. (I still have no idea how it’s connected to Dwell the magazine, which by the way is my favorite architectural mag.) It’s in this store that I found some relatively affordable retro-inspired vinyl chairs, which I thought I’d only see in magazines. Dwell carries the usual brands that can be found in most specialty stores and a number of department stores. But what I found unique in Dwell is their line of ceramic and porcelain wares.
I’m no techie and when I talk gadgets I mean kitchen gadgets. Not those electric types that Rosebud Benitez use in her MSG-laden show. But those traditional yet currently practical tools that everyday cooks could use to make cooking quick and fun.
Finally, I have a wire whisk. Since I’m not a very good baker, I never saw the need for one in my kitchen. I’m content with using a fork for egg beating. But now that I plan to experiment more on salad dressings and sauces I think having a wire whisk + osterizer could temporarily take the place of a food processor in my kitchen–something I’m saving up for along with an immersion blender. This is a Wilton cyclone whisk. The red spiral in the middle is supposed to help aerate mixtures more.
I also bought a citrus zester because I tend to waste a lot of citrus peel everytime I juice lemons and oranges, which we do quite often. The outer layer of citrus fruits contain high amounts of aromatic oils and flavor that can add an instant kick to your recipe. While a vegetable peeler or a box grater can also be used to zest, a citrus zester will yield the best possible results. If you want finer shreds, you can also use a microplane grater. Unfortunately this is way out of my budget.
My current favorite is the jar lifter. I’ve been studying home canning methods for a while now. As a working mother learning food preservation techniques is important if you want to save time and money by cooking ahead, but do not want to compromise the nutritional content of the food you serve your family. If only I had the time, I’d like to take classes on food technology and preservation. There is a science behind kitchen works and it’s something I would eagerly want to learn.
The jar lifter I bought was from a brand called Antique Gadgets. The company specializes in making everyday helpful kitchen gadgets that have been out of production or replaced by electronic devices. I wish they had more products available here. But for now this cool tool that will allow me to pull out hot jars without having to dip my potholder in boiling water.
Now I’m really excited to use my new gadgets. So I’m off this early to the wet market to do a little shopping and whip up a few bottles of my specialty sauces, preserved in the traditional way, despite this day and age of vacuum sealing and microwave reheating.
We did our grocery the other day and decided to buy a new grill pan as well. Now we could do some quick grilling without having to borrow the neighbor’s ihawan. I woke up early this morning just to try it out. On homemade burger patties. (more)
I never had the need for a tea ball strainer because I steep my tea in a pot, which has a built-in strainer so leaves don’t get poured into your cup.
Recently, however, I seem to have brought my tea drinking frenzy to the office, where I don’t have a teapot but a coffee cup. I’m getting sick of green tea in a teabag which tastes only half as good as tea steeped from loose leaves. (more)
I always associate saucers with a cup. I remember in grade school english such pairings, eg. cup and saucer, bacon and eggs, are even considered as a singular unit as far as subject-verb agreement is concerned. Or am I wrong? Whatever.
Anyhow, when I tried to look up the etymology of the word saucer, I ended up realizing that its main purpose is to be a receptacle of condiments, from the word sauce, hence the word sauce-er. Duh?!
I hope this is just stress, or am I getting stupid. I can almost hear my family say, “you already are.” (Matalinong tanga is my family’s best description of me.) Ouch! But at least there seems to be some smartness involved. LOL (more)