Earlier this year, I can’t really recall when, my partner and I had a big misunderstanding that we ended up not talking for a week. I can’t remember what happened but he decided on his own that we’d get married… Nah, unlike the current hype of having a big production to propose, there wasn’t really a proposal. It was just understood that we’d get married by the time he comes back home. you see, my partner is an OFW and this October he’d be back after being away for 2 years.
At first it was difficult. things were unclear, we had a lot of fights over something petty and misunderstanding too. But I held on, and in a way, I can say he did too. the wedding would be an intimate affair, just family (immediate, that is!) no big celebration. What is important is that we get to have things legalized before he leave again. i have been going online to search on the steps on getting married and boy was it a lot! I don’t know how we can do it in less than a month!
I have been itching for sometime to eat something sweet while deluding myself that it is healthy. Even if i can’t brag of being a great cook or something, I do know how to bake a little and whip up something for a quick dessert… nothing fancy though. So, I went online and made something that I can easily find the ingredients in our fridge and pantry, and that is when I “met” Banoffee Pie.
Banoffee pie is an English dessert pie made from bananas, cream and toffee from boiled condensed milk (or dulce de leche), either on a pastry base or one made from crumbled biscuits and butter. Some versions of the recipe also include chocolate, coffee or both.Its name is a portmanteau constructed from the words “banana” and “toffee”, says the ever reliable Wikipedia.
So here it is, my own take on the Banoffee Pie, It is delish as well as I like the way the flavors of banana, whipped cream and dulce de leche melded in my mouth… and if ever I get another craving for something delicious and sweet and cold that does not require baking, I would make this again.
Remember when Life was so simple, that the only things that you don’t like are vegetables and taking afternoon naps? When you feel so happy just running and dancing in the rain with other kids in your neighborhood? When Saturdays meant you can watch the television and wait for cartoons that you are only allowed to watch during that single day in the week? When having a tooth extracted means your Dad would but you ice cream and Mom would not let you do any chores at home? When even lying on the grass and watching the clouds and the stars is an adventure and your imagination simply rules your own world?
Earlier this afternoon, I was listening to my player and I wasn’t listening to my usual playlist, instead, I let the songs play randomly, then, I heard the songs of my childhood; Puff the magic Dragon, Return to Pooh Corner…and i started to sing along, and fiddled with my player to have these two songs played over again. Then I looked back…yah, life was so simple when we were kids. All we have to worry about are eating the food that we like and playing the games we love. When having knees scraped meant that Mom would kiss away the pain, and bumping your head on your beds; headboard means an eruption of laughter from your siblings, and Dad would be there when you need a new dog.
I didn’t notice when things started to change, when I outgrew myself, when i started to think of things that I never thought of before. When a simple yes or no to questions won’t suffice. When things started to get complicated. I used to have everything a girl could want in the world…and it slowly changed… I began to look for things I don’t even understand….
When did we lose our innocence? When do we realize that things are so simple and we aren’t broken… bent, yes…but never broken… scarred .. but still whole…
I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it — I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures, my confusions, my ignorance and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know — but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, I am what I am, I an what I am always meant to be and I am Okay with being Me.
Went out with you earlier… it has been years since we got together. I admit, I was apprehensive, and worried at the same time, not knowing if you have forgiven mo for what I did. You were not just my lover, you were also my friend and confidant, you took care of me and you pampered me. I do love you, and I still love you, you know that; but not the kind of love that you want me to give to you.
I never regret having had the chance for me to be loved buy you, my only regret was realizing that what was between us is not the love I crave for,the love I wanted.
Thanks for listening to me earlier, for letting me tell you the story of my leaving. I admire you and respect you. And if only things had been different , I would choose to stay by your side….
I have been feeling bloated lately. And, I have been meaning to start detoxifying myself, but blame it to plain laziness, I have not even started to do the first step. Then last week, that bloated feeling got more annoying…so I scanned the net, then I saw an advice saying that a mixture of warm water and sea salt is good for flushing the toxins that your body has accumulated. Tried it the second time today and that bloated feeling seems to slowly recede. I will chronicle my way to detoxifying and slowly losing unwanted weight in here, while keeping my fingers crossed, that it’ll work for me.
One friend of mine once said that lovers who broke up and ended up being good friends were never in love in the first place. To which I disagreed. I told him that is very immature, as I believe that if the love is gone and the care for the other person is still there, then why cut off everything? You only lost the passion and romance, but not the bond….