Mama Mie Novels & Stories

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's

We all went silent when the air was getting colder. “Anyways,” Brock returned to our topic. “Mine is Mama Gracia’s Pizza. If you come to my hometown back in California, their pizza is the best.” “Well,” I guessed it was my turn, “mine is adobo.” “Adobo?” Alex asked. “What’s that?” “It is a meat dish with soy sauce and vinegar.” “Oh, a Filipino delicacy,” Brock said. “My mom has a Filipino friend. She got me to try some of their local dishes.”

" Mia could feel her smile huge on her face. Because she could never forget that day. Although what happened was terrible, but she missed being with her cousins, all of them together. She missed the bad and good times spent with them. Mia knew she wouldn't never forget the place she came from, and the ones that she loved. They were part of her, made me who she was. "Then I placed the empty pot on the stove, went to bring out the ice fresh beef from the freezer, some fresh tomatoes and vegetables. Next thing I did, was to empty a full bottle of vegetable oil into the pot, before I added the unwashed beef into the pot. Then the tomatoes and vegetables followed next. Before I closed the pot, an

I miss her. Miya bought me a pinakbet earlier. There was more of it and I put the leftovers inaide the fridge. I just ate a little because I didn't like the taste. I feel like something is missing. My taste buds just need something else and that's my Momma's pinakbet! I cried out of frustration. I was debating whether to go or not. But I really have to eat pinakbet of made by my Momma! I have to! Just thinking about it makes my mouth water with the taste!

I just frown when I look at Mama's place. Suddenly, he would laugh, as if he was thrilled. I took a cart and started pushing it. Mama smiles as she buys the ingredients she will need for the lasagna. Which ended up being our monthly grocery. So there were more people who bought. "Oh my gosh! Don't tell me you're going to get drunk later while I'm gone?!" I was tormented by what Mama said. I only got three can beers and three bottles of soju. This is not for today or maybe it can...

Mia started to walk to the wardrobe but Eva told her to come and eat first before wearing her clothes. So she walked to the table and sat down, the covered plate was pushed towards her. She opened it and a smile crept into her face. The food that was on the plate was fried rice with vegetables and meat. It was her favourite rice dish, “this is my favourite rice dish, thank you” she told Mia. “Yeah, I know,” Eva replied. Mia whipped her head to her, “how did you know?” she asked. “I have my ways, Mia, things like that are not hidden for a mafia” was the casual reply Eva gave her.

and Grandfather's Labrador barking, and Uncle Chen tasting and saying "Just like Mei's, Little Yu, just like your mother." Ms. Sarah Miller, the Head of Logistics, whose mother died last year and who told Forbes she missed her mother's fish soup — Leo found that interview — suddenly teared up. "My mother..." she whispered, hand over mouth, "my mother made fish soup exactly like that... with tofu..."

Erlan's outspoken talk made Mitha even more embarrassed. "You're so naughty. Playing bed-bed! Wait until you're officially married first," This time Opa Robi spoke up scolding his grandson. Then Papi Fred said, "Mami, it seems Bik Mina is getting better at cooking. Papi really likes the taste of this morning's fried rice." "Opa too." "Same, Oma too! All the spices taste just right on the tongue. It's really delicious," Oma Rini praised. "Mami, if there's any more fried rice, please put it in a lunch box. Papi wants to bring lunch for later," he said to his wife.

She doesn’t know why, but her mind was all over the place. Of course, there was so much to think about but she couldn’t exactly say what was going through her head. Tired of the struggle to sleep, she finally got off the bed and sat. “Hot milk would slap right now” Marie thought to herself in the dimly lit room. She remembered how her mother would always prepare hot milk and bake cookies for her elder sister whenever she was having difficulty sleeping. Marie, a bit envious of that, would also pretend to have sleeping problems just to enjoy that privilege as well.