Wednesday, September 25, 2013

peachy peachy mango pie

As requested by my friend, I tried making a peach mango pie, one of the best food inventions ever, in my opinion. She found a recipe on Rappler which she thinks is good and passed the recipe to me. It did look good so I found the time to make this one.


Don't you just love the color? I actually enjoyed doing the weaving of the pie cover and eventually learned something from it. As you can see, the strips are not uniform in size. It is because after flattening the dough to the size of the pie I just cut the dough in strips, thinking that the strips will be enough to cover the whole thing and still be able to make the weave pattern. Unfortunately, as I reached the middle part, I realized that the strips will not be enough so I cut in half the strips that were still to be used. Hence, the not uniform strips. Still, it looked good.

Another note is on the mango to be used. When I buy them, I prefer a certain look and it usually tends to be on the 'a bit sour' flavor. This is what happened here. The mango was still a tiny bit sour so the whole pie wasn't too sweet. If you prefer, buy those very ripe mangoes for a more sweet pie.

Thanks to Sam Likes It Hot article published on Rappler.


Pie Crust
  
2½ cups all-purpose flour + extra for dusting later 
1 T sugar 
1 t salt 
1 cup butter 
¾ cup cold water

{Note from Sam Oh:

The most important thing in making this pie crust is keeping everything cold from beginning to end so you’ll need to work fast.

But please don’t fret. If things start getting too warm for comfort, you can always pop everything back in the fridge and pick up later where you left off.}

Cut the butter into small cubes and keep it in the freezer for about 20 minutes. While waiting, whisk the flour, sugar, and salt in a big bowl (or in the food processor if using).

When the butter is ready, it can be added to the bowl. Using a pastry cutter, break up the butter into roughly the size of peas.
Add ½ cup of cold water into the bowl and mix with a spatula until you see the beginnings of a dough coming together.

The remaining ¼ cup of cold water can then be added gradually. You may not need all of the remaining cold water. When you see clumps of dough forming like this, you’re done. 

Form the dough into a mound using your hands. Halve the dough and wrap with cling wrap, flattening it as you do to form into discs. Rest in the fridge for an hour. This dough will keep in the refrigerator for a week in case you want to do this ahead of time. 

Filling 

4 halves canned peaches + about 2 T of the syrup 
2 large ripe mangoes 
3 T sugar 
3 heaping T flour

Slice the peaches and mangoes into small cubes and transfer them to a medium bowl. If you want to skin the mango halves whole, try this method using a glass.

Add syrup and sugar to the bowl and mix well. Before adding the flour, taste your filling. Aim to sweeten just to the left of too sweet – it will balance out with the crust when the pie is done.

The Pie

Preheat your oven to 190 C/375 F. Take out one of the dough discs from the fridge after the requisite one-hour resting period. Flour your rolling surface liberally. Have your pie dish nearby.

Flour the top of the dough and start rolling out to form a circle. Don’t be afraid of flour, the excess can always be tapped off.

Bring the rolled dough to the pie dish and flatten to fit. The excess dough on the sides of the dish can be left to hang for now.

Take out the second disc of dough and roll out. I attempted to lattice my top crust so I cut the dough into about ½-inch strips, poured my peach mango filling into my baking dish and followed this step-by-step guide (very helpful!).

When done, remove the excess dough leaving just enough to gather and seal around the sides of the pie dish.

Bake in the oven until golden brown, about 45 minutes. Let cool for about 20 minutes.

Monday, September 23, 2013

finally!

Finally! I have successfully defended my thesis today! THANK YOU, LORD!

After a bit of a scare early in the morning, fearing another repeat of my August schedule cancellation because of the heavy rains (classes had been suspended again in the city), cannot find my map for a while, and one of my examiners being late, we finally proceeded with my long awaited thesis defense.

The defense went well with teachers and students attending, aside from my panel. The presentation took around thirty minutes. It took another thirty or so minutes of open to the public Q&A, where there was a long discussion of my thesis results amongst my thesis panel. I could tell that they were excited so I think that was a success. There were a few questions that caught me unawares but over-all, it went well. After that, the audience were asked to leave the room and another set of questioning occurred but I cannot remember any of the questions because from then on, it was all a blur to me. I remembered my panel asking that I leave the room for their deliberation. It was a scary moment, waiting for my results.

Finally, my thesis panel chair called me, shook my hand, and congratulated me. When I entered the room again, my thesis panel was there, offering their hands and smiling, congratulating me.

I passed with flying colors.

Thank God.

I am finally done with school.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

10th Day

There is still a reason to smile.

On this tenth day of trouble at home, I can see the hope of the people of my hometown to rebuild and to get past the atrocities that had been committed. Our mayor has pledged that all who were responsible must be made answerable to their crimes and this war will never again happen in our city. We will rebuild, we are stronger.

The last few days has shown the resilience of every Zamboangueno: from the hostages who risked all to escape, who stayed strong to live, and come back to tell their stories, to the evacuees who did not lose hope that there is help coming their way, to the volunteers who stayed awake to serve their fellows, and to the countless people who looked for ways to help even in their small, little ways.

We have shown the world what we can do. We will rebuild and we will be a stronger city.

Arriba, Zamboanga!

Monday, September 16, 2013

brownies

It finally sunk in, what they have been talking about for the longest time -- the secret to good brownies is the best chocolate.

Thank you, Ghirardelli Brownie Mix pack! :D

Sunday, September 15, 2013

7th Day

Today is turning out to be a very chaotic day for me.

I woke up early with only one thing on my mind: how is our city? I right away checked on our class' 24-hr chat room vigil for news, only to find out that nothing has changed. Everything is still going crazy. I felt helpless so I decided to go to Church earlier than my usual time. I just hope that God would forgive me because even when I was there, I couldn't help but think of what's happening back home. My prayers were just full of plea for the safety of my family and the ceasing of war. Yeah, the story of the merciful father and his prodigal son; the lost coin and the lost sheep. It just reminds me that each one of us is precious in the eyes of the Lord but I hope that whoever brought trouble to my hometown and its people will pay for their crimes.

Later in the day, my couch was picked up to be fixed, my tablet open on RMN's coverage of the war in Zamboanga, me following the conversation and updates of my high school friends on Facebook, and the TV turned on for the UAAP Cheer Dance Competition.

I am confused but I need to be on top of these things.

Watching the competition took my mind off the horrible things that has been happening to us this past few days. It would have been better though had UP won but NU really had a great performance so a big congratulations to them. They deserve it. Yeah, one reason to smile today.

*****

How sad to see in the reports that because of the fighting, only a few had gone to Church early this morning. Most were afraid to go out, especially in the early hour of the morning. The Cathedral had looked so bare. I have not seen it like that before.

Thank You Brownies

I tried baking the Ghinardelli Brownie Mix that I bought from S&R last Thursday. I have promised not to bake anything before my thesis defense but I couldn't help it. I wanted to do something for my friends who helped me raised funds for the needy in our city right now, so I am baking them some brownies.

The one pack of brownie mix requires only a third of water, vegetable oil (which I substituted with butter), and water, and one egg. The mix came together very well and I baked it for about thirty, thirty-five minutes under a 325C pre-heated oven.

I made two batches: one with walnut on top and the other, plain. It turned out to be chewy, perfectly done brownies. How I love it! I hope my office friends will like them.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Day 6

My high school classmates are still working hard to provide help to those affected by this war. For those of us who are away from home are busy looking for funds. We want to feed the hungry evacuees and our soldiers. We want to provide them with basic necessities through hygiene kits. Little by little, we are helping each other so we can help them. It started with just our class but now, our whole batch is pitching in.

Some good things this war has brought us: our class became more close, we realize that we feel passionately about our civic duty and lastly for me, I realize that I more patriotic than I originally thought I am.

And today, I am hoping that we will wake up to a new tomorrow, a new beginning.




Friday, September 13, 2013

Day 5: Feeding the hungry

Doing our part in helping feed the hungry: evacuees, soldiers and policemen. We may be a small group but we are united and we love our hometown. We started small but help always come in (thank you, officemates!) and now, our fellow batchmates are pitching in. Guys, I'm so proud of you. To those delivering the goods, please be careful when you go out. May God listen to our prayers so that this will be over soon.


Thursday, September 12, 2013

Day 4

Finally took up the gumption and went around the office to raise funds to feed the hungry of my hometown. My officemates' outpouring generosity and concern for our families, friends, fellow ZamboangueƱos, and the troops who protect them is overwhelming. Thank you. May this nightmare be over soon so we can live in the peace that we deserve.



Monday, September 9, 2013

1st Day

I did not go to work today.

My foot hurt and I could not walk so I decided to take a sick leave and put my feet up. I then fell asleep. After a few hours, I finally, really woke up. My foot was not getting any better so I stayed put. I checked my mails, I checked my FB.

I was surprised.

What is happening? My newsfeed had been running with stories about my hometown being attacked by rebels who wanted to raise their own flag in our city hall, our seat of governance, to show everyone of their independence from the country. Are they crazy? Who in their right mind would do that? We are all Filipinos and we live under one flag, one country. But there are those who are not satisfied. They want their own but when given the chance years back, wasn't able to bring prosperity to their land. Instead, the wealth that should have lifted their constituents was squandered. Now, they are raising havoc in my hometown. My hometown which has never become a member of their autonomy.

Am I just dreaming?

I am getting worried.

I called my parents. I cried like a baby.

I am so happy that they are well and continue to be well. They have not heard the gunshots that were reported earlier and where we live was still calm. I am appeased. Everything is just well.

Thank God.

But I can't help about the hostages they took to become human shields. My mind cannot grasp the idea that our city is now under siege.

*****

A funny comment I read on Facebook:

Quiere lang gale sila plakfole (flagpole), dona kita plakfole!

You see, the change of f to p and g to k is unique to chavacano speakers in my hometown. Wherever I am, the distinct sound of Chavacano can be heard even when they speak another language or dialect. It is a beautiful sound. It is the sound of home.