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Love at First Bite January 24, 2008

Posted by Alexander Sawit in Food & Drink.
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By Alex Sawit

24 January, 2008

 

You know there’s got to be something special about a dish or beverage when loving associations are woven into the story.

The Italians, who should know a thing or two about passion, are famous for such notions, especially when it comes to sweet indulgences. While there are far too many to mention at length, I will say that my favorite is the one about Strega, that magical sweet and spicy after-dinner liqueur created (if we are to believe the legend) by the enchantment of beautiful maidens, a drink about which it is said that “when a man and woman drink Strega together, they are united forever.”

I am now reminded that we Filipinos, who have been dubbed by some as the Italians of the Orient, are equally playful with our explanations. You’ll understand what I mean if you should ever fall in love with that delicate Kapampangan treat called tibok-tibok.

 

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Traditional tibok-tibok from Pampanga topped with customary latik.

 

“This is the Filipino version of panna cotta,” proclaimed our lawyer friend, who arrived at Cyrano carrying a fresh package from Pampanga. He’s a loyal foodie, this regular of ours, always on the lookout for great goodies to bring back to the shop and share with other Cyrano friends. Curious, I opened the plastic bag whose lettering read “Susie’s Cuisine – The Best in Pampango Kakanin.” I found myself staring into a basket-style platter that was filled with a layer of white about an inch deep.

“It’s tibok-tibok,” he said, beaming with enthusiasm. “It’s like panna cotta but made with carabao’s milk.”

He cut a square-shaped serving of the snow colored dessert, topped it with cinnamon-brown latik (fried coconut milk sprinkles) and handed it to me on a plate, which I accepted with some uncertainty. Is he really comparing this to panna cotta? That classic Italian dessert just so happens to be one of the more heavenly creations to ever win the hearts of men and women – a silky smooth offering made of rich cream and popularly served with a berry, caramel or chocolate sauce.

I took a bite. Followed by another. And another.

Wow. This is velvety soft and smooth. I held my thumbs up in approval toward my friend, to whom I am now gladly indebted. This really is like panna cotta – a more rustic but exotic version to say the least. There’s a soothingly mild sweetness to it, which I was not expecting, surrounded by the buttery taste of carabao (buffalo) milk fat and with just a touch of gata (coconut cream) at the end. It’s irresistible by itself, with the latik simply a rich addition to the exquisite overall flavor. Later our friend informed us that, as good as this was, there was even better stuff to be found. The very best tibok-tibok, he says as he demonstrates his point via oscillating hand gestures, is so smooth in consistency that it jiggles like jelly when shaken.

All of this left me sorely wondering, “Why haven’t I tried this before?”

Tibok-tibok, it turns out, is the jewel in the crown among Pampanga’s kakanin (native rice sweets) treasures. This traditional pudding is made by simply cooking the purest glutinous rice flour in fresh carabao milk, with variable flavorings added depending on which family recipe is used. The name, which literally translates as “thump-thump,” originated as an onomatopoeic reference to the soft bubbling of the rice-milk mixture as it slowly reduces and thickens.

But being Filipinos, Kapampangans are a romantic people, especially when it comes to flourishing their glorious cuisine. Ask any housewife in Pampanga who makes tibok-tibok and she will tell you that the name is a re-wording of the term “tibok ng puso” (soft heartbeat), emphasizing how heart-melting this dessert can be. But she will then add that the name, appropriately enough, is also symbolic of the ‘heartfelt tenderness’ that a mother feels toward those for whom she has toiled in the kitchen – for her husband, for her sons and daughters, for her parents, even for all those relatives and guests whom she is proud to welcome inside the domain of her home. To be served tibok-tibok, therefore, is to receive her token of familial love.

I’m only too happy to agree. It’s the same beautiful narrative you’ll discover wherever good honest cooking is to be found on this earth. Whether it’s someone’s Piemontese grandmother in northern Italy or somebody’s lola in the heart of Pampanga, these stories are a wonderful reminder that good food is always food that is made with pride and love by cooks who have lots of pride and lots of love. Always.

 

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Tibok-tibok topped with Belgian chocolate fondue.

 

As rooted as tibok-tibok is in the classic tradition of Kapampangan cuisine, it doesn’t take long to realize that it lends itself easily to creative new interpretations. For starters, substitute crushed hazelnuts for the usual latik. Want something that can perfectly complement the subtle gata flavor? Try dusting it with bitter-sweet Belgian chocolate powder instead. If you’d rather offset the creaminess of the carabao milk, you could lightly sharpen it with a raspberry sauce or with thin slices of kiwi fruit. Or if you really prefer it almost plain, simply sprinkle it with the tiny specks of vanilla bean seeds. Hey, if you trust your palate, run with your creativity as far as you please.

Will you find love at first bite with this softhearted delicacy? I hope so. And I hope that, in expressing my fondness for it, I haven’t explained too much and spoiled the surprise. After all, falling in love with tibok-tibok should be like, well, falling in love. It just tastes better when you’ve been blindsided and knocked out silly.

 

 

New Year’s at Cyrano January 2, 2008

Posted by Alexander Sawit in News & Events.
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By Sam Alapan

03 January 2007

 

 

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Home is now fifteen minutes away from where I used to live. I am exaggerating, of course, because this only happens when it’s way past three in the morning. But after the first hour of the New Year, I get ready to celebrate the first holiday of the year with friends I’ve been rewarded with during the year that was. Fifteen minutes is nothing compared to the hours I will be spending with Cyrano Friends.

My arrival is greeted by an ensemble of explosive instruments playing a five-minute long composition in the key of G. As in Gago. Because the culprits left their instruments of chaos and mayhem right behind Alex’s vehicle after lighting it and running away like a bunch of rock stars being chased by hundreds of girls.

Sinturon ni Judas! That’s what the blazing idiots lit and they had to do it after the rest of the fireworks were done because it was the type of fireworks that could never compete with the expertly crafted fireworks display that lit up the Ayala triangle and the whole metro for that matter.

The arrival of the lively ladies of Cyrano; Cris, Jam and Janet; and the soon-to-be-married-within-the-year Leo was more than enough to compensate for my loss of experiencing the fireworks spectacle in any of the major areas of interest.

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Leo, in his half-drunk state because he started much earlier with several shots of absinth, talked about how awkward the past weekend was for him when he and his family met with the family of his betrothed.

Janet also spent New Year’s Eve with her own family, but instead of spending it traditionally within the comforts of home, they dragged their parents outside, for the first time, under the stars smiling on Makati Avenue. She was smiling at the time, counting down to the New Year with the most significant man in her life. There was a major fireworks display reported on the street below challenging the ones happening in the Makati skyline.

Cris had her share of fireworks even before the weekend began. There’s more to come, we say. The New Year was about to begin and there are 365 days left, every night would be lit with all sorts of pyrotechnics and what not – better prepare yourself, Cris. Besides, you were the one who said, “Bring it on!”

Jam was bouncing and energetic, eyes wide full of excitement and all sentences an exclamation when she speaks, keeping the night vivid and cheerful, even after all the fireworks had stopped.

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The exchange of stories, highlights of the year and things that couldn’t be helped but had to bring up kept us awake for hours. Seven hours and four wine bottles after, we were ready call it a day. I was just as surprised to see daylight creeping into the bar as Alex vigilantly stayed behind the counter while reminding me to write about the New Year in Cyrano.

And what was I going to contribute to celebrations, you might want to ask, other than the usual one-liners and the more obvious witness to the day’s revelry? Well, nothing, really. I was there as a recipient of what the Cyrano Friends could offer and if I had to offer anything, it would only be an extra smile, adding loudness to a healthy drum of laughs, an additional quote or page full of stories to fill the dark corners of Cyrano.

At 7:30 in the morning, we left each other’s company. And as I went back to Parañaque, I realized that the New Year couldn’t have been complete without spending it with the people who inhabit my home away from home. But whoever said that the New Year celebrations had to end so early in the day?

That, my Cyrano Friends, is a another story waiting to be told.

 

 

Christmas Party 2007 January 1, 2008

Posted by Alexander Sawit in News & Events.
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By Alex Sawit

25 December 2007

 

“This is like the bar in Star Wars with all the aliens.”

That was Bochok talking, a glass tumbler in hand and a single malt whisky-induced grin on his face, calling my attention to the strange characters going about their merry business that Friday night (December 21). Such a happy way to describe the ensemble cast at the Cyrano Christmas party, don’t you think? Even though I prefer to liken our little establishment to Rick’s café in Casablanca, on this particular occasion Bochok was succinctly right. Like that sci-fi saloon in a galaxy far, far away, our place had turned into a rendezvous point for a motley collection of fascinating beings.

Wine was flowing, food was plentiful and we found intelligent life. We even had all three of our regular Friday night Jedi masters in session (our sincere thanks to [NAME WITHHELD BY REQUEST] for providing not just one but two blissfully flavorful, delicious orders of air-freighted Cebu lechon).

And the Force continues to be with us. Long live Cyrano, friends!

 

 

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What intelligent life? This is a conspiracy I tell you!
Conspira-SEEEEEEE… !

 

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Blah, blah, blah… you Jedi masters talk too much.
Sith Lords rule, baby!

 

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Jedi master? Yoda say join me and my padwans in buffet room.
Begun this Christmas Party has!

 

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We know mind control too, Yoda man.

 

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Aaarggghhh, mind control strong… walls melting… losing control…
hey wait, gimme that mango chiffon from Conti’s!!!

 

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Huh… umaga na bord?