Why I can't be a vegetarian

Not that I haven't considered it. I have, in fact, gone through several phases of pseudo-vegetarianism, the most recent after having read Jonathan Safran Foer's Eating Animals, which made you want to be on the right side of the ethical food divide. The book details the evils of factory farming and the massive destruction being wrought on the environment just because we like our meat. It will also make you feel guilty for discriminating between animals. Why is it OK to grow and torture chickens and pigs but not a dog or a cat? Plus, a vegetarian diet has never harmed anyone, unlike the artery-clogging (but oh so delicious) fat marbling down a fine cut of cow.

But my resolve always goes out the window when I visit a country like Spain or Argentina, where they revere their meats, treating their cattle with love, letting them graze freely on the grassy pampas, not an ounce of hormones injected into them. They love their pigs, and consider their killing a beautiful sacrifice for the table community of men. It's almost not hard to imagine the animals, if they had a humanlike conscience, to be willingly led to slaughter after having a good, albeit brief life on earth.

That and learning that vegetable farming is also quite destructive to the environment. Essential forests and mangroves have been cleared to make way for potatoes and cabbages and ecologically-unsound monocultures and GMOs. There is no easy answer. Even if you try to go all organic, how do you really know you're eating the best possible thing?

And the last reason why I can't be a vegetarian: if one were to follow the blood type diet, my O type requires that I consume meat and not grains. My blood is build for consuming blood. If you believe that kind of thing.

I like meat, and I love vegetables. I try to eat more of the latter, and eat the former only if it's really good and ideally "happy" (like this wonderful chorizo and steak from a parilla in Buenos Aires). Until someone gives me a foolproof argument for drastically changing my diet, I can't reconcile the contradictory issues and can only just eat as healthily and responsibly as I can.

A buffet blast—and more B words

A couple of months back, my quiz night team, The (S)trippers, got invited to a trivia event in Cebu for their first anniversary. Jim, one of my teammates, brought up the idea of going straight to Bohol (his family has a beach house in Panglao) the day after so we could all make a long weekend trip out of it.

So, the morning after our not-so-crushing defeat (more on that here) at the Manila-Cebu, we made our way to Bohol via the Weesam Line. It was my first time in Bohol and I thoroughly enjoyed the experience though I didn't get to see some of the more tourist-y places (Chocolate Hills and, well, Chocolate Hills...) because our afternoons got rained out. 

One of the highlights of the trip for me (especially where this blog is concerned) was dinner on our last night. We were deciding between the Loboc River Cruise or the Bohol Bee Farm, both cost about the same. Most of us aren't into cruises, so we finally opted for the latter despite its rather sorry-looking mascot-logo (he needs to pluck). 

The Buffet is Pescetarian-friendly—really good salads and fish dishes like the Grilled Blue Marlin.

We stopped by after lunch to reserve a table for the night. The place was filled with locals, most of whom congregated around the Ice Cream shop just outside of the lobby. It offered unusual flavors such as Malunggay and Spicy Ginger (our friend Phil strongly advised us against that one particularly) and less interesting ones like Chocolate and Avocado. I had the Durian. (It had the consistency and taste of dirty ice cream, which isn't necessarily a bad thing.)

And so we went around where we could around the island—a tarsier center, Baclayon church (I KNOW) and the Hinagdanan Cave (where we met the most photo-savvy manong in the history of forever)—and found ourselves headed back to the Bee Farm for an early dinner. Given the relentless downpour, it was a good thing that we decided to go here instead of the cruise.

The place has a very laidback feel to it and great for groups of people.

One of my favorites from the buffer was this Seafood Lasagna dish.

After settling down to our places, I scanned through the menu. Since I'm a pescetarian, I went straight to the seafood section and decided on the Blue Marlin. But Kaia pointed out the buffet option to me. For about P600 (give or take, it goes down depending on the amount of people in your group), you get several dishes (salad, soup, grilled pork, chicken, Blue Marlin cutlets) plus unlimited drinks (if you opt for lemongrass) and a round of ice cream. 

The food came soon after we ordered (maybe the buffet option is so popular that they just cook in bulk?) and we happily stuffed ourselves. I love that this buffet is so pesce-friendly, what with the fish (cooked excellently BTW), seafood lasagna and a whole lot of vegetables. That is what I find sorely lacking in many places in Manila.

All in all, it was a pretty sweet meal. I'll be happy to come back to Bohol just to enjoy this gastronomic experience again.

Mini yummies

I attended a baby shower yesterday and in theme with "baby" all the food was served in miniature proportions. It's comforting to know that you can still get a lot of taste from tinier tidbits.

We were served a fruit shake (for authenticity they were mixed and mashed in a baby food processor) and we drank them out of little bottles:
The shakes were a very refreshing combination of watermelon, apples and a little ice. If we were feeling a little less "wholesome" we probably would have added some vodka. Perhaps after our guest of honor gives birth-we could that to celebrate :-)
Next were very yummy taquitos, bite sized and perfect with their spicy salsa:
Nothing is complete, small or big idea or theme without dessert. One of the hosts made a lovely spread of mini cupcakes and tiny red delicious apples (both unhealthy and healthy options) for the guests. The cupcakes were red velvet and vanilla (from Classic Confections) while the other tiny treats were from Dulcinea such as cream puffs and profiteroles.
A lovely detail was also done by the guest of honor's sister who is a production designer by profession. With the request for all gifts to be reading material, in fact the invitation had a very clever tagline of "bookmark the date" the guests were asked to give something they would like the baby to read or be read to.

So, keeping that in mind, she placed little flags on each cupcake representing some childhood classics. In taste and presentation, I can honestly say that great things come in little packages. May you all have a Sunday full of small surprises :-)