I love atsara. I say it's the best condiment ever, next to bagoong. I can live with just eating atsara and rice. I can I can I can! And of course, I can survive on bagoong and rice, too.

So yesterday, our house guest, Ate Paz, who was supposed to be resting and regaining her strength, decided to try making atsara. Her mom makes the BEST atsara ever.

She spent the entire day in the kitchen. Mike deserves special mention for helping her out. They only finished it this morning.

I love atsara. And after realizing how difficult it is to make a batch, ummm... nothing. I just realized it's difficult. (See how profound I am?)

That's why I stick to baking. I was already able to make a batch of biscottis last night. It took me less than an hour to do that including the preps and the baking and rebaking to make it crispy. If the stove weren't so busy, I know I would have made a batch of chocolate toffees too.

Hay wala lang. I think there's nothing interesting going on in my life right now if all I can talk about is atsara and baking.

I can't wait to go back on field. 10 more days to go and I'm back to sleeping in tents.

I have nothing interesting to say.