It's Jollibee good!

The New York Times ran a restaurant review of the recently-opened Jollibee in Queens.

Matt Gross writes, "Spaghetti ($4.49) is topped with a sweet, hot-dog-and-ham-studded tomato sauce, and is frighteningly addictive."

And of my favorite:

"Jollibee’s signature deep-fried peach-mango pie ($2.29) is crusty and intensely fruity, at once a Filipino thing, a Georgia thing and something else entirely. It’s worth the wait."

I wonder if my relatives in Woodside have made the trip yet. Full story here.

The obsession continues

I'll take any of these with my morning coffee, please.

Organic and clean (raredevice.net)
Simply cool (nest-living.com)

For a touch of color (alessi.com)

Rest in peace, Francis M.

The man was responsible for my introduction to rap, Filipino-style, with "Mga Kababayan." And for music class in high school, I sang "Cold Summer Nights" for a passing grade. One thing he always was was proudly Filipino.


So long, Man from Manila.

Help!

I was a Girl Scout once, all the way through high school, in fact. Loved every minute of it too--the camping weekends, the competition for best patrol, the cheering and singing (okay, that part not so much). But for all that we did and have, we missed out on the whole Girl Scout cookie experience.

I encountered my first Girl Scout cookie at the first office I worked in. Everyone's got a co-worker who has a kid selling something at some point during the year. While I begrudgingly purchased Chirstmas cards and gift wrappers for this, that, or the other fund-raising effort, the Girl Scouts and their cookies, I looked forward to.

The season is upon us again. The little girl who came to my house a few weeks back to take our order delivered 4 boxes of cookies last week. By Saturday, we were out. Luckily, on a random trip to Long's Drugs (I never go there), we stumbled upon a Girl Scout cookie booth/table and bought more. That lot too is gone now. And today, I drove to 3 different locations, under pretense of having to go there anyway for one thing or another, looking for more Girl Scout cookies.

I wish I knew where that little girl who came to my house lives. Is it weird that I'd totally be knocking on their door right now, if I could?


For the love of God, I just want some more Do-si-dos!