9 years ago, I once wrote about mums and chicken sopas (and how a bowl of this chicken soup elixir is like a mother’s hug). What I forgot to mention is the extent of the impact of this bowl of chicken soup in me, and in my memory. You see, every summer in the Philippines, we would go to my dad’s provincial town of Nueva Ecija, about 3 hours north of Manila. It would be the highlight of our summer holidays: waking up early on a Saturday morning; packing the car with books, games and enough junk food only a kid’s metabolism can burn for the 3 hour road trip; stopping by the petrol station at NLE ..read more

I cannot believe that after all these years that I’ve been baking and blogging, not once have I written about my most favourite cake of all: the hummingbird cake. I can’t even remember how I came to know this cake, but all I can remember is that it was love at first and last bite. Fast forward to over a decade later, and here I am heavily pregnant at almost 39 weeks, uncomfortable and so over this pelvic pressure. I’ve officially started my maternity leave this week, which is a relief as I could barely move around. I also happened to have read a million articles on pregnancy, babies, and ..read more