Adobo

Adobo for dinner has always been a special treat.

UNTIL NOW. When the mere smell of adobo makes me want to cry and throw a fit. Why? Because our maid has been serving adobo at least 3x a week for three months now.

Okay, for you people out there, you might think -- Sus, buti nga may kinakain ka eh.

I agree. But imagine eating the same ulam for three months. These days, the special treat is when the viand IS NOT adobo.

I have come up with reasons why adobo is her preferred viand to cook.

1. It's the only thing she knows how to cook.
Possible. She cooked crispy pata yesterday, and it tasted more like one big pork chop flavored chewing gum.

2. She honestly forgets that she just made adobo the other day.
Again, very possible. This is our maid who puts bread in the freezer. She placed a bottle of juice in the freezer too. Basta, when you leave anything strange-looking on the table (like bread and juice), she will put them in the freezer. So, yes, this is one possible reason why she keeps making adobo.

But I think, this third reason is the most logical reason...

3. She hates eggs.
Since we're in the farm industry, we get our eggs at very good prices. I usually buy two trays. One for our consumption, and one for baking purposes. I just bought two trays last week, so imagine my surprise when I checked the refrigerator this afternoon, and found less than a tray left.

From what I recall, she only made breakfast once since last week, so some eggs went there. Oh, she cooked six eggs, even if there are only five of us in the family. (Again, strengthening my she-hates-eggs theory.) I used up about 5 eggs for cooking. So where could the other 20++ eggs have gone? Hmmm... come to think of it, she made 5 adobos for our ulam since last week. Maybe the eggs went there?

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Something's cooking in the kitchen again. And yes, your guess is correct. And to think we only had adobo last Sunday.