Living at Random

Early this month, I celebrated my 18th birthday…again (for the nth time). My wife and I really wanted something special. At the same time we were both craving for steaks for some time. For almost a year I have been reading about a place called Elbert’s Steak Room from the different threads of the Philippine Macintosh User’s Group (PhilMUG). Elbert is one of the administrators of PhilMUG. I visited the restaurant’s website and became really interested in going there. I told my wife about it and she became interested. Soon, interest led to craving. We kept on telling ourselves that we need to find time and the best occasion to go. As my birthday was coming, we finally decided it was the perfect time. … Read entire article »

The title of this article is the most probable reaction I’d get from anyone who knew me before I got married, if I ever tell them that I cook. During those times, I had no idea that I’d be cooking. My parents and other members of the household would often even tease me that I didn’t even know how to boil eggs. This is a fact of course, because I may even have trouble boiling water. But with a smile, I’d always tell them that as long as there’s some sort of instruction manual (a.k.a. a cookbook), I’ll be able to pull it off. Deep inside, my mind was telling me, “Yeah, right! Let’s see you try it, buster.” Of course, I was intelligent enough not to take that challenge. … Read entire article »