When Ramadan started, it reminded me of how we spent the holy month in Zamboanga. In the afternoon, before Iftar, we would make some pancakes with flour, sugar and water. Then, you know those yellow pancakes that street vendors would sell outside the school? The ones that were slathered with margarine and sugar? The ones that smell soooo good? Well, I tried to start making those, but decided against it when I realized the amount of sugar involved.
So I decided to look for another recipe. If you’re interested on how to make this, stick around. 😉
This recipe is a base recipe for the pancakes that I make. I sometimes switch the flour for wheat flour, or add some chocolate powder (Milo) to the mix to make chocolate pancakes. Chocolate chips, bananas or blueberries make great pancake flavoring too. These are pretty much the fluffiest pancakes that I have made so far. I have no idea how the science works, but it works.
This recipe yields about 4-5 servings.
People are often surprised when they find out about my religious beliefs. And when they do, I usually get bombarded with questions, which sometimes become a bit offensive. However, being offensive is not their intention. It’s just that they lack the understanding and just needs a little enlightenment. Since they have the good notion of asking the questions, might as well answer them to the best that I can.
In my environment, the number of non-Muslims that I personally know even exceeds the number of my family. I even grew up in a private Catholic school at a time when Muslims were a great minority. Some people might think that we were at a great disadvantage because of the numbers. On the contrary, as children, religious discrimination did not exist for us, nor did we care about our differences. We were children who grew up together, became friends, and were taught to respect each other.
We didn’t have social media in elementary school, but now that Facebook exists, I managed to get connected with my former classmates and I am so happy to know that most of them are doing well nowadays.
08 June 2017 — My day started off with some good breakfast. Really good breakfast, as a matter of fact. Best breakfast I’ve actually had in a hostel. You may have read from a previous entry about the hostel. So for this morning, I had this lovely plate and some green tea. Just in case you were curious, that’s a sandwich made out of brown bread, cheese, and baked eggs, and ketchup of course. Sliced sausages dipped in ketchup and mayonnaise are amazing. I had some sliced tomatoes, sliced cucumbers and sliced oranges too. They served sliced bananas, but I didn’t feel like having bananas at all.
Since I was having a little sofa moment, I decided to take some pictures of the lobby and the view outside. We were at the 66th floor and I still can’t believe that there was such an awesome deal for this kind of living space. The husband’s birthday was coming up in a couple of days and I wanted to get him a present. Being married, you can’t just spend your money loosely, so giving presents can’t be a surprise anymore. Before I made the purchase though, I showed him some pictures, just to make sure that he was going to like it.
And he did. He really, really does love that thing. 😊
07 June 2017 — I was extremely lazy on this day. But at least I managed to update the blog. I decided to actually challenge myself and update the blog at least everyday, but so far, I’ve only failed. Since I haven’t done anything on this day but face the screen/s, I might as well write something. And this time, it’s just gonna have to be about the place I stayed at.
I was living in a room with 5 other women from different countries. The room had 3 bunk beds, its own toilet and bath, a wall dedicated to storage, and a balcony overlooking Palm Jumeirah.
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever thought I’d even get to stay in such a place. I’ve always been such a cheapskate, sometimes sacrificing comfort for price. But now that I’m a little bit older, I start looking at how to get the best value for my money.
At this hostel, three young people (Valentine, Anastasia, and Denis) from Belarus took care of the unit. You see, I’ve only heard of Belarus whenever the Ms. Universe pageant was shown, and that’s not often. I only knew it existed, but I didn’t know anything else about it. So when I met Valentine, I was so unsure about his ethnic background. All I knew was that he was white with a really good, golden-hued tan.
On the first day, Christine and I just went out to dinner and just wandered aimlessly in the Mall of Emirates. I got to know the railway system, found out where I can go skiing, if in case I felt like it, and bought a few things. Overall, my Moves app registered a total of 14, 289 steps.
I would love to hit a goal of 10,000 steps everyday. And I think commuting around Dubai would definitely make you hit that with no problem. Actually, just walking around the mall would make you hit it. LOL.
Moving on, despite how late we got home, I still woke up pretty early. It wasn’t because I was uncomfortable in bed, but because I just got enough rest. I was going to have breakfast, but I was too preoccupied with my laptop and phone, that time just went by and I missed it.