#kalabasa

[kala-basaa]

Hey y'all 👋 Sorry it's been a hot second. Still busy trying to figure out my move out situation amongst other things 🥴

For now, I'm going to set up posts on a schedule for the rest of the month. I'm not sure when I'll be back, but for now, this is how things are going to go 👌

Hope y'all are taking care and partying it up this week 🕺🪩

- Kala 🌱🧡

[donebydani]

Ginisang talbos ng Camote at Kalabasa

[filipeanut]

As the days get colder I crave hot pots of Filipino food and rice more and more. Ginataang calabasa with butternut squash, with some sili or chilis hits the spot.

[sewinaa]

Nagccrave tlga ako ng kiss ngayon

[cheesy-cryptid]

saw your tav/astarion au art in the tag and all i could think was “a filipino painted this. this color is too specific” and i was happy to see i’m right so hi lods 🥹🫶

Holabelssss dinn 😄

[morethansalad]

Vegan Laswa (Filipino Vegetable Stew)

[blogfilman]

Kailangan Matikman Ninyo Itong Masarap na Ginataang Kalabasa at Hipon! ...

[foxeia]

kalabasa

[theautumnaldemon]

ginataang kalabasa?

.. huh???

[oligangajoy123]

Nov. 21 2024 ❤️

This is what i will cook for today a "Ginataang sitaw na may kalabasa", I just got that vegetable from the farm of my father in law, and the only thing I bought was coconut milk,

This one is a really easy recipe–it’s a mix of vegetables cooked in coconut milk that we call ‘ginataang gulay,’ I love to have this dish with some cooked rice for a really hearty and satisfying meal. Check out the really simple recipe below! Enjoy

Ginataang Gulay (Vegetables in Coconut Milk)

1 red onion, chopped,2 cloves of garlic, roughly chopped 

1 coconut milk (I used only the ginataang gulay attached in the picture )*

long beans (sitaw), chopped into 3″ long pieces

1/2 small pumpkin (kalabasa), cut into 1.5 inch cubes (makes around 4 cups of 2″ cubes) 

Steps: Heat a large pan or wok over medium high heat. Add 1 tbsp of oil and sauté the onions and garlic until aromatic. Add in the chili, if using, and sauté until lightly blistered, around 2 minutes. Afterwards, add in half of the coconut milk and vegetables. 

Add in the vegetables then leave to boil for 10-12 minutes until the vegetables are almost cooked through. 

Season with salt to taste

Leave to cook over medium high heat for a few more minutes until the vegetables are cooked through. Adjust seasoning depending on desired taste. Enjoy while hot with some steamed rice! 

[pannaginip]

User @/lakwatsarah on Twitter, who helps run Gulay Drive:

[URGENT] Would anyone like to sponsor packs of gulays we can send to Filipino-Palestinian families today? I'm trying to raise at least 5,000 to send them 30 packs (15 pakbet/15 chopsuy) at PhP 150 each.

You can send sponsorships via gcash at 0917-877-7177 (SA**H KA*****A G.)

Ate Lynette needs to dispose 100 packs today so if we can get more sponsorships, we can purchase more and send to our other partner organizations. I will post accountability reports for Batch 2 and 3 (including this round) by this weekend (nabusy lang talaga sa work)

2024 Feb. 1

Quoted tweet:

Lynette Bernardo @lynnettebaynado:

I need to dispose 100 packs of Chopsuy Set for 150 and Pakbet Set for 100 packs this is to help the Kalabasa Disposers/Farmers and Vendors.I can also make Salad Set for 150 (romaine, pipino, carrot, lemon, white onions. Please help.

2024 Feb. 1

[kala-basaa]

pov: u and ur big sis go to a museum 🖼️

also, yes. I know. I spelled vasectomy wrong 🙃

expect more silly doodles 👁️👄👁️☝️

[whooolaanmo]

ctto Kuya Dash ( events official photographer / videographer spc )

SAN PABLU'Y 🤣🤣🤣

legit na taga San Pablo pag alam ang kasaysayan ng KALABASA 🤣🤣🤣.

Mag iinom tas pampahulas syete tres ( 7 pesos pork bbq tas 3 pesos kanin noon iba na ngayon pero nakasanayan na ang tawag pa rin ay SYETE TRES ) sa may P. Alcantara street o kaya mag mameee.. kay Tita Osang o sa Kavenz o Ramzi.

halos may Y sa dulo pisong toyo'Y puno'Y ( pisong toyo puno ) yung punto kasi namin hahaha 🤣🤣🤣 tas may EEEEE pa like buksan mo ang pinto = BUKS"E" ang pinto, takpan = TAKPE, sarhan = SARHE, hayaan mo = HAYAE etc.

Im a San Pableña of course alam ko ang SALAW/MASALAW, MALAG, TUGA, AWASAN NA! at marami pang iba haha 🤣🤣🤣

@wh0arehue @patty-inwonderland

Feb. 25, 2024 08:34 am

[sixtwothree]

Photo by fromkora for Thanksgiving preorders. Pie flavors featured are ube & buko, salted tsokonut, kalabasa spice, and sampalok apple crumble.

Source: x

[filipinofoodart]

Halang-halang is a Bisaya spicy coconut chicken recipe that varies by location and even household, in the Visayas. 

Some recipes strictly use ginger, others use sili or chilis, to achieve that perfect heat. Native neighborhood chickens are favored in most places, but feel free to work with what is available. 

Substitute the chicken with mushrooms, tofu, or another plant-based protein for a healthier and heart-warming pot. Try making your Ginataang kalabasa a spicy veggie halang-halang-inspired soup by adding the tanglad or lemongrass, along with sili and luya or ginger. 

Spicy coconut dishes are not only common in the Philippines (like Gising-gising & Bikol express), but with our Southeast Asia neighbors including Thailand’s Tom kha gai - Thai coconut chicken soup made with local spices and cilantro. 

Printable: https://www.etsy.com/listing/1374697110/halang-halang-recipe-baybayin-art-bisaya

Artprints and frames: https://society6.com/art/halang-halang-recipe-art

[a-jaded-mirage]

Academic Fan Narrative Piece

Hello, I decided it would not hurt to publicly share a nonfiction piece that I wrote for a class that I am taking on fans and fandom. I know that it is in fact hot garbage and just a first draft, and I also know that it covers some topics that not everyone can necessarily relate to or get behind 100 percent. It can be wordy and messy, but that is what makes it a product of my mind. That being said, I am taking a leap and just putting it out there and into the world.

Title: Re-defining the Wizarding World: How I Found My Way Back to Hogwarts

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My life has always been a winding series of inconsistencies. I am a dandelion through and through, and like that glorified weed, I too spent my youth in a perpetual state of motion as an Army brat. As I grew, I passed through another state, another country, another school, another community, and another version of myself to match where I found myself at any given time. Aside from my immediate family, one of the only consistencies I could count on was the Harry Potter series (both the book and film variety) by J.K. Rowling. In a myriad of ways, I grew up with the series and it was a staple in my childhood because of that. Over time, it resonated with me more and more and became something that I turned to when I needed validation over developing complexities that I could not always share with a friend or trusted adult.

These winding vines of commonality started forming as I truly understood what it was to be considered a cultural “other”. I experienced heinous instances of racism during my formative years, from being called racial slurs by my peers, to educators singling me out because I happened to look the part of what they subconsciously considered a delinquent. Of these instances, the first would have to be those communal lunch times from elementary school to high school. I brought my lunch for school in a thermos that was carefully wrapped up in a kitchen cloth and put inside my favorite lunchbox with blue butterflies on the front. Inside of it I would have something like rice, sinigang, adobo, chorizo (with warmed flour tortillas), tamales, or my personal favorite for school lunch, ginataang kalabasa. I would be so excited to eat what I had packed, only to open my thermos later, and be met every single year and in every single place I lived with loud and exaggerated complaints about the appearance or smell of what had been prepared with love in my home.

My shoulders would fall, and I would quietly eat my food as fast as possible to make it disappear. I would pull out a Harry Potter book at the lunch table, and the words on the page would describe the various odd and interesting things that the characters would consume with one another including things like: chocolate frogs, pumpkin juice, butterbeer, every flavor beans, jelly slugs, ton-tongue toffees, etc. Magically, my shoulders would begin to straighten, and something about Harry experiencing this aspect of the magical world with excitement despite those treats sounding strange from an outside perspective made me feel more secure in any hot sour, savory, or sweet smell emanating from my own chosen food. I read on, pretending that I too was on the Hogwarts Express, in the dining hall with other Hufflepuffs, or at the Weasley’s kitchen table enjoying the food that brought happiness to my soul unapologetically in a perfectly bizarre place where I felt as though they would not be questioned.

Another cluster of instances that shaped my relationship with the book series was how often I would be asked what I wanted to do when I grew up, only to be met with backhanded remarks from my own personal Snapes and Umbridges. When I was a kid, I was told that my dream of being a doctor was “big” or “cute”, and then in middle school, I was told that it was “unrealistic” and “hard to attain”, and finally in high school, they would ask if I had a back-up plan in case things did not work out. I was accused of having my parents write all of my essays and e-mails by my freshman honors English teacher. My peers would get away with uncalled-for jeers and belligerent prejudiced “jokes” without any reprimanding from the school staff consistently.

Sometimes, I would go home and completely fall apart on the bad days, and I would allot myself no more than a rare 30-40 minutes to just sob on my bed. I simply refused to let any of them have control over any more time in my day than that. That was what I faced in my day-to-day life, and I honestly believe it was why I would cling to the character of Hermione Granger.

Like me, Hermione was ostracized for being a muggle-born (that society’s “other”), called derogatory slurs, spoken down to by teachers, and made to feel like less than a toad more often than not. She was underestimated and condescended, but despite that, she emerged as a better person who accomplished more than everyone else simply because she believed she could and worked herself to the bone to achieve everything she did during the series. I will always be one to say that the book versions of the characters will be superior to the film adaptation versions every single time in the sense that Hermione did not need to be a perfect Mary Sue to be likable and relatable. If anything, she really taught me that the best people are not perfect, and that it is okay to be lost, emotional, and unsure of what the next step is sometimes so long as I have faith in myself and my capabilities. She is a strong female character whose self-value and worth are never once dictated by the people around her whether they are family, friends, authority, bigoted, or a perfect stranger. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into everything I do and push myself farther than I can physically and mentally go all the time just to prove that I still put in the effort to be more than what I am now.

Just like that, Hogwarts became my constant and my home. Through all of the planes, trains, and cars that I have taken in my life, I have always had that shining beacon of a concept like a home that I felt truly shifted my mindset from the fear of the unknown in every new environment that I was chucked into like an invasive species feeling out how to be best equipped to handle the dynamics, culture, politics, and social situation. However, my freedom and safe space soon became synonymous with the oppression and the denial of the existence and identity of an entire legitimate group within our society. The writer of the series held so deep in my heart for how inclusive I felt the series was toward individuals who felt like they did not belong had never been inclusive after all. It was then that Hogwarts felt as though it was on fire, as every single facet of the canon was cheap and inauthentic, and the representation that I had hailed from Cho Chang felt insincere and lacking.

From that point on, I no longer felt secure in outwardly expressing my love for that fandom, as it felt disrespectful to the entire transgender and gender-fluid community in the sense that it felt like I would be endorsing someone no better than everyone from my formative years who made my life hell. I stopped buying new merch as well as anything commercially associated with Harry Potter that could somehow benefit J.K. Rowling’s pockets. However, every time I felt as though the dementors were showing up again, there was always immense horrible guilt I could not escape when picking up my first edition books or watching the movies I had already owned years prior on CD. Even though I was not actively stimulating that material aspect of fandom anymore, I felt like I was still part of the problem for returning to the ways that I had interacted with the series before. That was when I discovered fanfiction meaningfully and began interacting more closely with the real people behind sites like Tumblr and AO3 who were actively reclaiming Harry Potter, its stories, and its characters in new and far more interesting and inclusive ways.

The vast online fandom of Harry Potter has spent the last few years removing J.K. Rowling and her presence in the fan narrative and redefining everything about the wizarding world. They snatch the best of the series straight from the problematic grasp of the author, and transform it into something worthy of standing by. Something that is genuinely inclusive in nature with every fanfiction, edit, and piece of art that tells J.K. Rowling that she is no longer welcome in the community and gives Harry Potter back to the people who loved it in a way that supports the small writers, artists, and creators on all of the heavy-hitting fandom sites. I have put my support into fan-made projects like The Marauders: Rise of the Order which was made by a non-profit organization whose goal is to create representation for the LGBTQIA+ community and for people of color within the Harry Potter universe using the Marauders era.

I know that expressing my thoughts and feelings on this matter will always be sensitive and hard to approach under the best of circumstances, and I completely understand why. That is why it means a lot to me that the fandom community has been fighting hard to reclaim Hogwarts in the interest of transforming it into something better than it ever was before. I no longer need to interact with any of J.K. Rowling’s words to feel as though the place in my heart that holds Harry Potter eternally is being supplemented, as I now just need to turn to better works within the same universe that go farther than she ever could with ease on any electronic device with a screen. I stand in solidarity with everyone else redefining what it means to be a Potterhead. Hogwarts is my home, and in the words of Albus Dumbledore, “To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure” (Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone). The death of this series as it once was gave the books and movies a chance to be reborn in the image of a brighter future.