My mother was the chief executive cpa of an accounting firm. My dad was a mailman. They would leave for work at the same time - 6:15 am

You’re probably wondering why I’m blogging about Thanksgiving when it’s the middle of springtime. I assure you there is a reason for this. You see, this recipe is actually perfect anytime of the year. It’s a light and easy dish that features fish, therefore it's great for these warmer months approaching. Here goes… The year my parents did not prepare, otherwise known as- Our Canned Thanksgiving. “Diak maawatan!” my mom said. “Manganen!” my dad said to the rest of us, ignorin

I love snow. As a child, peeking through a frosted window to see a soft, white, blanket of snow was one of my favorite memories. To this day, the beautiful, wretched-cold landscape I call Chicago, makes me feel alive. Growing up in Chicago meant playing in the snow or being stuck indoors so, naturally, we played in the freezing cold weather. Now when I say we, I feel I should mention that I was the youngest of the we. And as the youngest, I was bossed around constantly. Even

As a child, we spent every other weekend at a neighboring Filipino home, or attending a Filipino picnic, or a Filipino bbq; all of which included a Filipino house blessing, or a Filipino prayer—you know what I'm saying. And of course, there was always food! So much food! It went like this.... "Hi Auntie Tessie! Where should I put the Pancit?" Now this woman, "Auntie Tess" isn't really my aunt. Younger Filipinos address every parent-aged Filipino as Auntie or Uncle. It’s just