In all randomness, I decided to head out to Ikea at the spur of the moment. After sprinting to the cab when the clouds suddenly broke and pelted me with large blobs of rain, I suddenly remembered Tabby mentioning to make sure we try the Swedish Meatballs in Ikea. For the life of me, I really couldn’t fathom why one would eat in a lifestyle chain. Even Claire sent me an SMS to make sure that I try the food. And thank God I did! For $4, I had a filling meal of ten very flavorful meatballs sitting on a pool of lightly seasoned gravy with a hint of nutmeg. It was just the fuel I needed for that uber delayed but highly needed shopping to begin putting some sense in our still bare home :)
Cherie Altea Bitanga finds herself constantly making food, talking about food and around people who know food. Her daily adventures go beyond her own kitchen in Singapore, spanning from the nondescript holes-in-the-wall to sumptuous dining adventures. She believes in the art of slow food and scours places in hopes of bringing home unique spices, salts and oils. She is also the occasional artist and food writer who learned how to cook early in life by inheriting culinary family traditions from her motherland: the Philippines.
For over a decade, this blogger’s career as an ESL instructor provided a multicultural atmosphere working with diplomats, celebrities, nuns, priests, politicians as well as high school and college students from all over the world. When she grows up, she hopes to cook for a living to celebrate her family’s culinary legacy.
