(..and by “Kitchen” I meant that restaurant in Greenbelt 3, not really that area in the house where you cook food.)
These photographs have been in my drafts for too long, waiting for some text to come along with them, perhaps a review of the place and the food. But I realize now that the food review is not going to happen I might as well just post the photographs.
Here’s a bunch I took from a lunch date at Kitchen in Greenbelt 3, months ago, when Mae was visiting from Singapore. (I still can’t believe she’s relocating to Manila again very soon!)
Not in the photos: David and our friend Hobbes.
I love taking photos, but describing food is just.. beyond me. My friends and I, at one point, even joked about how we’re never going to be food bloggers. We tried.
When I was single, living on my own taught me how to cook for myself. Now, being married has forced me to level-up my cooking. So I’ve been learning to cook some dishes alright, but I guess I’m not one to talk about the.. process. Inasmuch as I want to share my culinary escapades here, I don’t know how to write about food. I tried.
(And haha, NO, I’m not linking it up haha.)
Conversations at home would go,
Husband: What are we having for dinner?
Riz: Chicken shomething.
Husband: Fried chicken?
Riz: No, it’s not fried. It has potatoes, carrots, ham, cream sauce, herbs.
Husband: Ohh. Sounds good!
Few days later I’d find out that what I cooked is called Chicken Ala King pala. Or some hybrid of it.
I really should just take photographs.
Anyway, don’t you just love using the word “photographs” instead of “pictures”? It’s soo Audrey Hepburn. :)
Visit the Kitchen at Greenbelt 3, their Sundried Tomato Pesto is very.. authentic!