RecipeMuncher

When I was growing up in the Philippines, I would occasionally feign illness to miss a school day. My mother would then send our househelp to buy and bring back every type of food and treats I could think of. And one of my favorite requests was arroz caldo bought from the downtown wet market. Before she would leave for work, my mother would live detailed instructions to our yaya on what times I will be taking my paracetemol and on when to heat up the arroz caldo for me. My mother has always bee (...)