Oh baby, you and I are getting on in years.
The past year has been relatively quiet. I suppose it had to be for me to recover from the frenzy of 2011’s DCF events and more. I was also quieter this year, preferring to take stock of and speak (verbal and written) only when I felt it was important.
This summer, some parts of my house were refurbished, and in the ensuing and necessary clean-up, I chanced upon my last remaining diary. I say “diary” because from the time I was 8 years old until I was 26, I kept a written record of my innermost thoughts and feelings. I don’t really know why writing in a diary lost its appeal – I threw all my diaries out years ago. When I saw this one – which covers the period in my life from 1995 to the early 2000s – I knew there was really only one thing I had left to do.
Without even pausing to read a page of it, I went to my paper shredder (yes, I own one) and I shredded that diary. Methodically, unemotionally, uncommon characteristics for me to be – I ripped the pages out in bundles and watched as pages of a life I used to know disintegrated before my eyes. When my Bin got home, I told him in as equally dispassionate a tone about what I’d just done. He was shocked but I told him, “That girl isn’t me anymore.”
Whew! Ok, drama aside, it may be no coincidence that I just destroyed my remaining diary so close to DCF’s 8th anniversary. I look forward to May 2 every year because for me, this date is my touchstone, an ever-rising standard that makes me see how far I’ve come. And similar to that diary I shredded because it didn’t speak to what I am now, I’ve learned and am applying a vital lesson to my life: I look to the past only once to learn what I need to but I soldier forward, never looking back again.
But look back just once
On our 8th anniversary, DCF and I are very different from the wide-eyed, innocent things we were in 2005. What a thrill to be named one of MEGA Magazine’s 20 Global Pinoys last June, and then in November, to be dubbed as a Tastemaker for Kitchen’s Best. When it came to the food of the year, it was the reign of ramen.
Professionally, I was psyched to see my piece published in Esquire magazine, and I was finally able to get Sweet Eats the DCF podcast off the ground. It’s quite the experience to translate my words into moving pictures, which is what I endeavor to do in each video.
Lastly, the Post of the Year goes to My Bin, My Turn. This past year’s Valentine’s Day Special, it’s the only time in all of DCF’s 8 years that I’ve handed my pen over to someone else as a quasi-guest blogger. I was quite tickled to have my Bin tell his story and it proved to be quite the revelation for most of us (me included).
On a more somber note, I lost my good friend, Chef Ed Quimson, this past March. I’ve written about him several times on this blog and he was a notable food purveyor at my Christmas Gift List in 2011. His passing is a great blow to those of us in the food industry.
Now look forward
Yesterday, a friend of mine and devoted DCF reader was astounded that May 2 was coming and going sans an anniversary celebration. “You can’t not celebrate!” He said, his eyes wide, almost accusing.
And celebrate we shall.
Since February, I’ve been hinting at a project that – for the first quarter of this year – demanded so much of me that I only had time for one post in March. Only a handful of people know about this project and while I can’t reveal what it is just yet, I can tell you this:
This upcoming event will be the Dessert Comes First celebration to end all other celebrations.
This event will be even bigger than DCF’s 6th Anniversary Party in 2011, if you can believe that. So be patient a little bit more — believe me, I’m as restless as you are but all will be made clear soon enough. And do me a favor, please don’t try to guess what it is because I won’t answer. “Deadma” comes to mind. Heehee.
For now, I celebrate with my wine of choice for DCF’s 8th year: the Bin 65 Chardonnay from Lindeman’s, an Australian wine company. Lindeman has a category of wine they call “Bins” . They’re called such because these wine blends were traditionally stored in the cellar where each one was given a designated “Bin number.”
All of this is besides the point to me however because to find a wine with “Bin” in its name is a treasure, for obvious reasons. So I sit and sip this fruity and almost too light wine, contemplating and concentrating on the celebration ahead for my DCF readers.
Thank you to YOU for being with me all these years!
DCF’s past anniversaries