Mary's List

The Notebook Experience by  Chel Bundalian  on Wednesday, August 10, 2011 at 7:25pm I saw an old couple's picture and I was suddenly reminded with a patient of mine... 60+ year old male patient, and his wife with him in the room. Usually just the two of them. The wife was in an advance stage of Alzheimers dse. One time, the door was left open and I saw the wife going away, alone, so I chased after her and asked her where she was going. She told me she's going to visit her husband in the hospital. I told her that she's in this hospital already and I asked her to come with me. She stopped at the door watching her husband (He was just diagnosed with cancer) She told me "Naaawa ako sa matanda, lolo ko syah" and I can see the look on her face, she was fighting her teardrops not to fall. I asked her to come in and when the husband saw her I can see the worried look on his face. The wife came closer and took his hands,  she said "Kumusta ka na? Pagaling ka ha?...

Me and my family love Tofu. We adopted him a long time ago. Wait, Tofu? not a pet, another human nor an imaginary friend, but yes, a great part of our family. A week without tofu is like some weird circumstances on twilight zone. Its like we had stepped in to another dimension and missed a great part of our life. Am I exaggerating now? Yes, I am. A tofu addiction I may say. When I was younger, the first and only tofu recipe that I knew was our old time Pinoy (Filipino) recipe "tokwa't baboy". At my young age I thought it was some gross exotic food,  the sauteed pigs ears and the oozing weird black beans. How can you eat such thing when pigs don't clean their ears! Oh gross! That was my way of thinking. Only kid with strong heart and weird appetite could stand to eat such thing. It was a good thing, an aunt of mine introduced me to some other way to cook tofu. She had a way of cooking that she made me eat ampalaya (bitter gourd) and other greenery that I thought only ...