I bite into my first meal of the first morning of the New Year. The juices brought about by the scrap ham and bacon mixed with indecent amount of butter came gushing through my lips down to my chin which I quickly wiped with my fingers. I could just lick the glistening fat juices on my fingers instead of resting it on a paper towel, but the enticing smell of basil leaves despite its wilted appearance against the inviting chunks of tomato boasting of sunset hue snatched my attention away.
So again, I took a bite.
I bite into the bread’s glorious outer layer crispness up to the warm and moist inside that was somehow soaked with the drippings of its toppings. It was a simple feast, albeit indulgent. And I could not think of any other food to savor on the first day of the New Year other than this Bruschetta. My Bruschetta. The very same comforting dish I created and devoured a year ago in my kitchen in San Juan, faced with life-altering decision. During that time, I was so close to closing down this website and forgetting my love for writing all together.
But I am still here.
At least for now.
The year 2013 was one crazy year. And it left me somewhere in the middle of a glass, deciding if it’s half empty or half full. Big events transpired. Some shook me to the core in a very unpleasant way while the others were manifestation of a blessed life.
I could go on and on enumerating one by one some of the biggest events in my life from the year that was, but unless you’re in for a novel reading, who wants long narratives, eh?
So let’s just say that last year I experienced literally running away to save my life from fire, moved away from the city and got perpetually pissed by traffic jams on the road that leads me to Manila then decided it’s just temporary, spent almost a month in a hospital with a loved one and fought a good fight of faith, and lost an important writing gig and a team that took a courageous chance to entrust me with a generous spot to be published as a food writer (they folded to go digital instead).
It was also the year when happy and great things transpired. Met few good souls, pleasantly surprised by the news of welcoming new member of the family, reacquainted with long lost passion and revived my love for it, fulfilled some dreams, created another dreams, and wrote part of a book that got published.
It was a roller coaster ride I must say. And during those times that spell turmoil in my book, writing became so hard I wished I bleed adjectives, adverbs, and what nots just so I can string decent blog post that this website and my readers deserve. It was not a walk in the park.
It was not so easy to sound so perky and lively even if you are just dealing with written words when everything around is falling spectacularly apart.
And no, it was not easy to purposely describe how a marriage of butter and cream luxuriously melted in your mouth which sent you to a blissful stupor when you are waiting for a loved one to come out of the operating room alive, in one piece, and spiritually unscarred.
It was a challenging year, yes. And these crumbs of learning experiences call for courageous act to recycle everything for more than its worth. It made me feel that I am coaxed to grow up in rapid speed, and I would like to believe that I did.
Events last year changed me a lot. It has changed me a lot that my voice here sadly could no longer keep up. And if the chase continues, it will feel like a disservice to those who up to now still take some of their precious time to visit and read my blog. It will be a disservice to me.
I mentioned during the Q and A segment of our book launch for EATS2014 published by Hinge Inquirer that I do not consider myself as a food critique just like what some people think food bloggers are. In the book, we dished out restaurants we see fit into the categories we were assigned to write. We, or at least I, did not critiqued those restaurants.
I am not a food critique; I am not anyone's palate.
Although it is a noble job, I am not in the position to give rankings to restaurants.
I only have respect for those who continue to master their craft in creating wonderful dishes to feed people and make money out of it.
That explains why I never wrote bad restaurant "reviews" here on my blog. I only share wonderful dining experiences. There is too much negativity lurking around the world wide web, there is no space for that here.
But I'll be honest that sharing only the good things has its drawback, some blog posts sounded like an advertorial even if most of them are not.
I apologize if ever I gave you that impression. That is not my goal for YedyLicious. Never was, and will never be.
I guess that is what disclaimers are for. Trust me, five years and I still haven't gotten everything figured out. While it is ideal that everyday I am learning, sometimes it is better to stop and take the best reroute.
I am a story teller. Now more than ever, I mean it when I said that.
Nothing is set on stone yet, but in the coming days, several posts about restaurants I visited during the later part of 2013 and early part of 2014 will be posted as per usual. There might be some giveaways too. It will probably take a month or so for me to post everything. After that, who knows?
There might be a different story.
Different, albeit still delicious stories.