Mama Mie Novels & Stories

"Coming right up." Apparently, 'the lot' translated to a juicy looking hotdog, topped with red onion, some other cabbage-like component, and a generous drizzle of mustard sauce. It looked entirely delectable, and tasted just as it appeared. "What's this yellow stuff?" I asked, loving the taste of whatever it was. "Sauerkraut," Nikki replied. "It's just pickled cabbage." "It's really good," I nodded my head in approval. "I don't think they have this back in Australia."

Then I went downstairs and went to the table for breakfast… When I got there, I noticed that mama was gone. Maybe she went to work early so that she can take a break early. But good thing, mama had left me some fried rice, dried fish, and milk, so I immediately ate it. I enjoy eating this combination of foods as these are my comfort foods, also this is too Filipino…After I took my breakfast, I hurried to run to school so that I wouldn’t be late…… …

Mom and Dad had put Mina and Mallory to work while we were gone. They’d decorated the backyard, and had a table set up with different dishes from the local Chinese restaurant, Kimia’s favorite place. They’d ordered large quantities of both white and fried rice, sweet and sour pork, both chow mein and lo mein, beef and broccoli, cashew chicken, and walnut shrimp. Then, because Kimia loves chocolate, a homemade chocolate cake. My stomach growled when I saw the spread.

Eat the noodles first (with a bit of soup and chives in every bite) so they don't go soft! Siu mei refers to a range of Cantonese roasted meats, usually served over rice with vegetables for a quick lunch. Local favorites include BBQ pork (cha siu)– juicy cuts of pork slathered in a gravy of spices, wine, maltose and soy sauce, roasted in a cylindrical oven until the maltose caramelizes; roast pork (siu yuk)– an entire hog roasted on spits over an open fire, with a puffy crackling so crunchy you can hear its crunch with every bite; suckling pig (yu zhu)– the most tender meat topped with a paper-thin, unbelievably crisp crackling that shatters like glass; and roast goose (siu ngo)– roasted unt

As I woke up from my nap, I went to clean up a bit before going downstairs. “Hmm mum , I can smell it already!” I said to my mum as I saw her hold a bowl of the pork adobo and placed it on the table. My mum looked up at me and smiled , “ then come here! And finish all this. It is all for you.” My mum said. I nodded my head and walked up to the table. My mum also sat down in front of me. “You know this dish is a perfect match with rice, so I cook the rice also. Have it together.” My mum said.

Too much food. Pasta. Salad. Bread. And something that looked like meatballs. “Mom,” I said, “when did you make all this?” “While you were bathing the dog,” she said, not looking up. She was slicing bread. “I figured since Kyle's here, we should have a proper meal.” “You didn't have to—” “I know I didn't. I wanted to.” She looked up at me. “He's dying, Mia. Let me cook him a meal.”

I pointed at the small bags on the other couch. "Really? Will Mama make breakfast then? I love Mama's rice." Dante said. "Papa's rice is sweeter than mama's." Alessio countered. O...Kay. "Mama's noodles are better than Papa's. Papa made his noodles soggy." "That was a one-time mistake, son. I make better noodles than mama." "That's not right. Mama's noodles are better, but Papa's pasta and chicken are good. Isn't that right, Emilia?" Dante asked and Emilia nodded, staring at us confusedly.

Mia's the kind of person who makes your life better just by being in it. stood by my side, sharing in the awe of her mother's culinary artistry. Our friendship was more than just a bond; it was a lifelong connection between our families, who had been intertwined since their own school days. Mia's house was, in many ways, an extension of my own. Mia's enthusiasm was infectious as she indulged in her customary compliment. "Only my mom can cook better than this in the whole world, Blaire." She spoke the words with genuine appreciation, savoring the flavors as she did every time. Her eyes sparkled with delight, a testament to her mother's culinary mastery.

Tita Melai said and she gets inside their house. Everyone started getting a paper plate from the table. There are a lot of foods to choose from. “Did Melai cooked all of this?” Aminah’s mom asked our uncle who is the partner of our Aunt “Yeah. All of it is here specialty since you are all special for her” He replied which makes us smile. I get a portion of rice and a steak. I also put chicken wings on my plate and lumpiang shanghai rolls. “Here’s another one!” Tita Melai said while carrying a pot that is filled by Al Fredo.

Bamby was so thrilled that he was jumping for joy. Mama Laura just smiled. Evidently, she knew who Mikael Alonso was. She just busied herself preparing their lunch – all of Clarissa’s favorites that included ‘chicken adobo,’ which was a type of Filipino chicken stew; ‘pancit,’ which was basically an egg noodle dish which shreds of pork and variety of vegetables; and ‘sinigang,’ which was a traditional sour soup.