Entries for December, 2006
December 5, 2006 @ 05:10 PM
The Case of the Tuna Mushroom Penne.
Posted by baboysai under Baboysai's Works
To Yac2x, thanks. You inspire me.

So this recipe is a first time thing, and there's still room for improvement. But I'll lay the facts for you and you can get the idea. Read to the very end to know what happened. (Thriller!)
The Case of the Tuna Mushroom Penne.
1. Cook the penne (about 250 grams) like you usually do.
2. When the pasta's done you can concentrate on the sauce. Or vice versa. Ahem. So first step to the sauce is: Mushroom soup. The commercial kind. I used Knorr (powdered), but maybe you could try other brands, or maybe even the canned ones. So anyway, add water. Just a little bit , because you don't want soup on your pasta right? You want sauce.
3. When that's done, you mince 2-3 cloves of garlic. Saute in the saucepan.
4. Add thinly-sliced button mushrooms, drained. When you buy this, buy the canned pre-sliced ones. I swear slicing whole mushrooms this thin is torture. You can put as many as you want. Now when I cooked this, I salted the mushrooms.
4. Then open up 1 can of tuna. This time I used the Hot and spicy pre-flavored one. When cooking with this kind of tuna, I use its oil sometimes for the saute because it's the oil that's spicy and I want it that way most of the time. But then there's just too much oil so I drain about 3/4 of the oil away anyway.
5. Add your "soup-mixture" and some evaporated milk.
6. Salt and pepper to taste. You can add some basil too.
Findings:Warning!! Read before you do this at home!
When I cooked this, I had a problem when I added the "soup-mixture" because it kinda evaporated pretty fast and dried the whole sauce up. So I kept on adding the milk but it still dried up fast. I don't really figure what happened. Maybe because I used the powdered soup mix. I'll try it with Campbell's next time.
Now, when I ate the whole thing with the penne, it was salty. It annoyed me. Theories go:
a. The sauce dried up quickly and the salt concentrated.
b. It was pre-flavored tuna.
c. I shouldn't have salted the mushrooms.
Which do you think caused this to happen? (Twilight zone background music)
It was letter b. I remedied the sauce problem when after I got it out of the fire I added milk and sugar, just to balance off the salt. This time nothing dried up so it got sort of creamy. However, it still tasted salty. I isolated each ingredient and found out that the tuna was unbearably salty.
Recommendations:
The next time I'll cook this, what I'll do is:
a. not use hot and spicy tuna. Besides, the spicy effect doesn't go well with penne and mushrooms. I'll use plain tuna in brine.
b. I'll not salt the mushrooms. Although it's been established that it wasn't the mushrooms, I'll just play safe. I have an inclination to think mushrooms absorb a lot. I don't know if it's true though.
c. I'll not use Knorr for this recipe. I will use Campbell's, but it's 3x more expensive.
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So! I hope you learned a lot today. Til next time. Paalam! (ala Batibot)
December 7, 2006 @ 08:53 PM
If You Want To Lose Your Voice
Posted by baboysai under Baboysai's Days
I am eyeing this AME (UP Anime Manga Enthusiasts) Karaoke Competition this Saturday. I am going to win it!
I joined our college's choir group up for competition next week. That was one helluva practice! Nothing could have worn me out more. We are going to nail that contest too!
My choir groupmate (choir mate?) Mister F was just saying how being in a choir needs so much discipline. No chocolate. No Ice cream. No Late nights. Nothing cold. Blah blah blah. I never heeded a thing.
See, Mister F is a very lonely guy to watch. And I thought he didn't want my pity, but I wanted to give him company anyway. Mister F isn't such a bad guy, he can just be too gay at times, and sometimes a pretentious prick, and tactless most of the time. But I love Mister F for who he is. I think he just needs some loving. So I asked him to come along on this drinking session with our classmates.
And that's another discussion. I volunteered myself on coming to this session because I felt the need to catch up. I realized I was really being distant to my friends although I didn't do so intentionally. And I can't explain how it happened in between. Recently I just felt left out. When I thought about it, I was losing my friends because of natural stuff happening (natural stuff? wtf is that? hehe) However! Things are still in my control. That's why I decided I wanted to make it up with them. I don't want to lose friends. It's a sad feeling, if you ask me. And I was feeling it all over again.
Because of this new thing, (yeah my coming with them is a new thing), I even felt stepping too close. But getting drunk together is the thing. It's totally the thing. Some crying here and there (because drunk people often cry), some slapping, hugging, swearing, and dirty fingers. After everything, I felt relieved a little that at least now I was making steps to closing the gap.
Since I was drunk, I told Mister F what I felt.
Baboysai: I love you, Mister F, even if everybody hates you.
Mister F: They don't hate me.
Baboysai: Yes they do.
Mister F: ... okay...
Baboysai: And when people invite you out, join them because I know you want to, but you think they don't like your company. But you shouldn't care, because you're lonely. I think you need a hug. (So I hugged him).
Or something like that. I can't remember too much. Maybe Mister S can enlighten me on that.
And that was 3 am in the morning. I drank some hot chocolate, decided to swallow my pride and go home. Because Pride is the archenemy of Love. And I wanted to Love. So I cried like a kid without a mommy while choking on a hotdog. It's not a nice feeling, I tell you. But choking on the hotdog worked. He (not Mister F. Mister F and I parted ways when I said I went home) said sorry, and hugged me tight. Love can be so funny.
I woke up with a sore throat. I can't sing a godd*mn note! There's still time before those contests. I'm going to nail them all!
THE END. Baboysai is annoyed that I can't sing
December 13, 2006 @ 08:16 PM
The Frustrated Karaoke Singer
Posted by baboysai under Baboysai's Days
The AME Matsuri sure was a fun place for an otaku to be that day. But! The story begins here:
My sister and I were first-timers to this event. We just wanted to compete in the Karaoke contest is all. Then maybe, win it, and buy a few goodies on the side. When we arrived there we saw the cosplayers and our jaws dropped. Out of frustration. Of course we should have guessed there would be a cosplay! But we were being stupid and ended up sighing. I'd have won as Soi Fong!

Nothing to be done, the game was over on the cosplay. Light lead us to the Karaoke contest. And still we didn't know where to begin. We skimmed through the little stalls and, feeling as if we'd done a great job combing the place, we found a little island in the middle. This stirred our curiosity. We walked closer and read the sign:
KARAOKE CONTEST REGISTRATION CLOSED.
And the light disappeared. What made it more frustrating was that, for the two songs that we wanted to sing (Sakura Kiss by Kawabe Cheico for me, and Houkiboshi by Younha for my sister), nobody got it right. In the while, we prepared for it and could have given it a great show!
It will be something to regret for the rest of my life but, I have more important things to do.
Speaking of which, I'm announcing our official Christmas chorale competition date December 14, 2006 at 5-8 P.M. at the UP Theatre. That's tomorrow.
On that note: We have been practicing like Satan was on our heels. (How ironic that it should be on a christmas season). I've missed three sessions of the supposed Best P.E. class in the university (it's frisbee) causing me to be a delinquent in that subject and therefore I will drop it. We stayed up all night singing, I am tired, and WE-WILL-WIN-THIS.
THE END. Baboysai is spent
December 23, 2006 @ 03:48 PM
Prob-phlegmatic Holidays
Posted by baboysai under Baboysai's Days
Times like this make me say to myself: I am one big loser.
The things I dread when I head for home:
1. No internet. This is enough to turn me savage.
2. Lights out by 9:00.
3. The alcohol.---------------------------------------------
I know what you'll say.
"Baboysai? Dreads Alcohol? Naw. Ain't gonna happen."
Well... It's happening. It's happening. When I've got a scratchy throat and phlegm that enjoys not getting out of my system. When I can't hear anything but the crickets at night by 7:00. When the satellite cable's in my dad's room. What's a girl to do?
I know what you'll say.
"If it's Baboysai, beer's the solution."
I wish I could say that. People here are different. People here are drinkers. I repeat, D-R-I-N-K-E-R-S. People here have "blood in their alcohol stream". These people don't know the term "casual drinking". When they drink, they drink like it's orange juice. If alcohol were flushed out of their system they'd get sick. And it scares the sh*t out of me. It does.
And I can't say no, you know? That's why I can really feel it- being a loser. I can't stand having my head hurt and swimming all the time. But these guys, these guys have kidneys of steel, or else they can't manage this life either.
If there's a place that scares me out of my beer, it's home.
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