Cassava Bibingka
Waking up on a bright and sunny Saturday morning, the sweet aroma of something baking in the oven downstairs lingered in the air. Taking a big whiff, the smell started to make my mouth water. Making my way down stairs and peeking my curious head into the kitchen, i see a pan of a desirable dessert underneath the hot oven light. "Mom, is that what i think it is?" i asked in a investigative way. She just glanced at me and smiled while mixing another batch of her cassava bibingka.
Watching my mom grate the cassava into thin short pieces, made me pop questions into my head like "Who taught her how to make it" or "How does she make it so delicious and perfect?".
Observing her techniques of mixing the liquid ingredients first separately from the dry ingredients made me realize that maybe that's why her recipe is "ma sarap"(Filipino word for good/delicious) I watched in awe as my mother stirred liquid and dry concoctions into a beautiful light yellow blend. She then poured the mixture into the pan and set it beside the first batch in the oven. "MOM, this agonizing! I can't wait anymore." i told her. Patiently waiting for the oven timer to reach zero, i try to do my homework to distract me from that mouth watering sensation sitting in the oven. "Beep, beep, beep!" Finally it's done! As my mom takes it out of the oven, she tells me to leave it alone till it cools down. Secretly when she walks away, i cut a piece out and eat it. I only had one word in my head to describe this wonderful dessert, " ma sarap! ".
Watching my mom grate the cassava into thin short pieces, made me pop questions into my head like "Who taught her how to make it" or "How does she make it so delicious and perfect?".
Observing her techniques of mixing the liquid ingredients first separately from the dry ingredients made me realize that maybe that's why her recipe is "ma sarap"(Filipino word for good/delicious) I watched in awe as my mother stirred liquid and dry concoctions into a beautiful light yellow blend. She then poured the mixture into the pan and set it beside the first batch in the oven. "MOM, this agonizing! I can't wait anymore." i told her. Patiently waiting for the oven timer to reach zero, i try to do my homework to distract me from that mouth watering sensation sitting in the oven. "Beep, beep, beep!" Finally it's done! As my mom takes it out of the oven, she tells me to leave it alone till it cools down. Secretly when she walks away, i cut a piece out and eat it. I only had one word in my head to describe this wonderful dessert, " ma sarap! ".
