Outside it’s raining.
Inside, Natz and I are on duty, Sir Jessie is working extra hours for the upcoming PostGrad, and Sir Richie has just whipped up a most delectable bulalo dish. He has been tenderizing the meat since 1 pm, in the absence of a pressure cooker. And the result is a perfectly soft, hot, tasty and mouth-watering (more like mouth-greasing) beef dish. Yum! I like my soup dishes in a 2:1 soup-to-rice-volume ratio and I think I just had too much of it. I’m sated… satiated… satisfied. 
In case you’ve noticed, this post is filed under “Residency Training”. Because eating is one of our cheap pleasures! Whether it’s dining out at Asian Bites by default or trying out a newly-opened resto in the Rob Midtown wing (this one ain’t cheap), staying in the hospital calling Jollibee delivery, or settling for rice meals in a box (or styro packs) or good old lutong-bahay, it’s a RIOT whenever we residents get together for food, especially when bangus is part of the fare.=p
