And to all a good night!
Happy holidays!
May we celebrate and be thankful for the things in life we truly live for. Peace on earth, and goodwill to all men!
These holidays, I am thankful for...
... family reunions big and small.
.. good food shared with great company.
... unexpectedly geeking out and squeeing with fabulous cousins and friends, gay, straight, and more.
... a pint-sized princess of a kitten.
... the feel of yarn and kitting needles.
... heaps of pretty, pretty fabric to play with.
... pretty, pretty Christmas lights.
... Sea monkeys.
... discovering and enjoying the past decade's TV shows for the first time.
... RuPaul's Drag Race Seasons 1 and 2..
... surprise packages from relatives across the globe.
... hanging out sleepless with good friends, and talking about silly things.
... the hand-made goodies that come with said friends. ^_^"
... friends who get me with books, videos, links, and more food for thought.
... friends I share girl time, secrets, and crafting joys with.
... learning from online buddies.
... scrumptious old-fashioned bibingka galapong ang puto bumbong.
... sewing machine hijinks and conundrums, for clarity of thought.
... flying paper lanterns to try out with my dad come New Year's.
... delicious food discoveries, and sharing them with loved ones.
... a job I love, and great bosses who cheer me on to do my best.
... exploration and inspiration, in all forms.
... a mom who supports me in my decisions 100%.
... a dad who teaches me wisdom and balances me out.
... long, restful naps.
.. anime series marathons.
.. escapes to comic and anime conventions, and making mundane tasks a joy to do.
... cuddle time.
... crunch time.
... a wonderful and amazing partner who makes all the above possible, and makes life an adventure.
... permission from the Universe and myself to enjoy life, to pick myself up after a stumble and laugh it off, to shine, and to feel good about myself.
There are probably so many other aspects of my 2010 that I do feel thankful for, but elude me at the moment. For all these, and so much, much more, I am grateful.
What are you thankful for these holidays?
Fire teh laz0rs!
Meet my new surveillance and security system.
Mink has taken her aptitude for climbing a few feet further, and has breached the eight-foot high firewall. This is now her second favorite spot, where she can enjoy the chilly breeze and annoy the hounds next door from somewhere safe.
She will also not hesitate to disable intruders on sight. You have been warned.
Of course, she does come down to behave like a sweet little kitty again, but only when she wants to.
Mink, further annoying the dogs.
Mink inspecting our neighbor's side of the matter.
They speak not against her, and that pleases her. Greatly.
For now, only a constant offering of kibbles and cuddling can placate this --eherm-- ferocious beast. Indeed, what is to become of us?
Sequins and Paint: Behind the Scenes
12-05-10; Sunday -- Decided the paper-quilling idea might be too risky and time-consuming, and settled on a mask curtain to work within the time and resources available at the moment. James reinforced the mask curtain idea, and calmed me down every time I went haywire and anxious. Bought the materials; had forgotten how jam-packed crazy malls can be in December.
Weekend-long after-party glow, sort of.
{photo by Leo Lambert David}
Party's done. So much work, so many happy people, so much fun.
I'm happy to say James and I have now sort of recuperated from this past Saturday's escapade, and I'm just so glad the party turned out quite grandly.
More details to come, once a few things are in order.
Isn't Leo's shot lovely? ^_^*
Decembers are busy.
Hi everyone. After a super-busy week at work, here I am. Just give me a second, and I'll stop vibrating.
Alright.
In the course of the past two weeks, two rather interesting things have happened to Yours Truly.
The First: I am now a part of our company's newsletter team. Horray, horray! I am currently working on three articles -- two are profiles on AJ's crafting and Mon's armor-making, and another is a short list of DIY gift ideas. I'm glad to say the first article is now done and waiting in the wings for layout work, and the DIY gifts article is in the middle of pruning. I now have a new-found respect for an editor's lot -- fitting important information and panache into a few paragraphs is no joke! All in all, it's good to be writing again.
The Second: our HR head has recruited me to help decorate the venue for our year-ender Christmas party.
The venue is HUGE. I'm really glad we managed to find a supplier for decorative ceiling swags and other accouterments. At present, I'm assigned to decorate the stage's backdrop. I'm thinking of experimenting with paper quilling, albeit on a larger scale. This Flickriver gives me a number of interesting ideas.
The theme for the party is a masquerade, and the motif colors are magenta and gold. Hmmm. A challenge, but not an unsurmountable one. I've a mind to also use other shades of red and purple, and maybe work in some cream. Well, we'll see.
Update: I think I may have to scrap the paper quilling idea in favor of something simpler. Thinking of making a curtain of masks. We'll see.
Dream Journal: The P2k Transformer
I woke from a rather pleasant dream Monday morning, and I'm going to write it down just so I won't forget about it. Or get back to it in case I do.
I was looking through the different wares of a flea-market-cum-used-car-dealership that popped up in Cubao. (Don't ask me. Dreams are interesting that way.) Much to my surprise, I found an old car with this interesting pewter-pinkish paint job. Half of the hood was painted in black, and the block of black was amusingly edged in tiny scallops. It made me think this must have what Nissans looked like in the 80's, albeit its edges were slightly rounder.
Oh, and the car went for P2,000. Verrrrry odd.
for some reason, I felt it was going to be a good deal, so I bought it anyway. I had no idea how I took it home, but one minute, I was looking up at a nine-foot tall Transformer where my car used to be.
Wow. Well. I'm going to have to hide him, aren't I?
He didn't look like any of the transformers I was familiar with. Now that I think about it, he looked like he had an Optimus Prime face on a Megatron body with a pewter Starscream helmet.
Oh, and he behaved nothing like the three. this 'bot was a big, bashful hunk of metal. curious too. He'd get curious about a streetlight, and try to gently prod it with his finger, break it, and end up hiding and quaking underneath his hands. Poor guy.
Now I wonder how I managed to get him past the gasoline depots without arousing his curiosity. Talk about getting a big pet.
Under the almost-December weather
Hello, loves. Feeling rather wan and unwell today, which is kind of a perfect match to the changing climate.
Work+chores+socialcalls+minutemishaps+frustrations is the wolf, and a weakened constitution makes for lambchops. One of these days, I will kill this wolf, skin it and have it warm my sickbed while I smile beneath it in satisfied, unabashed, and dark glee.
Fear makes the wolf look bigger than he is -- German proverb
I will conquer this monster. In good time.
For now, I will try keeping work light, and resting more. Perhaps finishing the latest Ureshii post will help. Maybe knitting will. Maybe. We'll see.
Video Time: Of Fugues, Gavottes, and Pop Culture
We interrupt this work shift with two delightful improvisational renditions of cult classic tunes.First, a Combination of the James Bond and Pink Panther Themes As a Double Fugue.
Falsies are luff
Oh Ellana, how I love you true.
Production in Process
Hi, everyone. Here are the pictures I took of the costume in the making. I'll most probably be making a list of things I could have improved on at the end of each item. This is also going to be a long, pic-heavy post. All the same, I hope you enjoy your perusal.The challenges I set for myself were:
- A time limit. I gave myself a month to finish the entire project. This was important since I had to balance an eight-hour Monday-to-Friday job as well. Then there's also weekends off, since this was rest and couple time. It didn't help when I fell ill for most of the first half of the month, leaving me with mostly two weeks to put together the petticoat, corset, peasant top, and both skirts.
- I must make use of whatever materials I already had on hand. since I am (mostly) a compulsive crafting shopper, the materials I had accumulated over time more or less satisfied most of my needs. Which brings us to...
- Expenses. I must not spend more than Php 1,000.00 ($18.00 to $20.00) for extra items and accessories. This includes tights, jewelry, extra fabric and nuances (if necessary), and so on.
Denouement.
2 weeks of illness.
2 weeks of hard work.
20 yards of cloth.
2 fat spools of thread.
5 meters of boning.
2 Seasons of RuPaul's Drag Race.
1 Season of Drag U.
3 Ali Project albums on the mp3 player.
1 Season of Drag U.
3 Ali Project albums on the mp3 player.
Hours and hours of working late into sun-up,
not to mention tensions running high with frustration, anxiety, nervousness, and sheer dumb determination.
Was it all worth it?
taken by Francis Botavara.
taken by Cay Camarillo.
Yes, I do believe so.
It Gets Better.
The Night before Opening Night.
Or as we call it in the business, Hell Week. That's what it feels like for me now.
Wow, CBCP, seriously?!
I'd like to take this chance to address an issue that's been seriously infuriating me for the past weeks. This involves a current political issue our country is facing now. If that's not your cup of tea, that's fine, there are other non-political blog posts here to entertain you, but or now, I've just got to speak my mind.The issue of the Reproductive Health Bill.
About a month or so ago, the Church threatened the our president Noynoy Aquino with excommunication should he further push the bill to being passed. And later on, denied they ever did so.
Hello, 27.
Happy birthday to me.
Hello, world. I am now twenty-seven years and a few days old. I am also very proud to introduce to you Dining Table and Co. Dining Table and Co., say hi.
Hi!
Good, let's continue.
Hi!
Good, let's continue.
Happy window, happy room
Pretty blankets can go a long way.
My bedroom, despite having only one window, is easily flooded by daylight. Having the head of the bed right under it (feng shui aside) is not a fun place to sleep in. This gets worse when (1) I have less than seven hours of sleep, and (2) The sun's blinkin' high, filling the room with light.
Well, we fixed that.
That up there is a flannel blanket fixed to the metal window frame with two powerful hard-disk magnets. We used this trick back in the day when we enjoyed sleeping on the cooler first floor of the house.
I like our bedroom now, I really do. It gives the room a nice warm glow. It's also not too hot in the afternoon. At night, the room is pitch-black. It keeps the room pretty dark even at five o'clock in the morning, making it easy for me to get some decent shut-eye.
I think the only puzzled member of the household would be Mink. Here she is, puzzling over how to get to them fun climbey grid window irons.
Curries, cookbooks, and memories
It's 5 minutes to three in the morning. Five more minutes, and my three-day sick leave will officially be over. The ceramic crock of the slow cooker will cool, and the pork & apple curry in it will be stored and kept. I'm just sitting here, remembering the aroma the first floor smelled of a few hours ago.
I can't believe this. No, I *can* do this.
I am officially challenging myself again.This is why I have kept quiet all this time. (As well as a need to rest, but well.) Ever had one of those times when you challenge yourself with a more difficult project, excitedly tell everyone about it, then you slowly end up losing steam and abandoning the idea altogether? Well, that.
Long story short.
Thoughts at 4:55 in the morning, before I turn in.
Black.
Astra is always good.
Lacoste cotton, smooth like butter. Mmm.
Four stiff rows, and a wee one. Nice.
Hand-roll the hem. Think Labor of Love.
*Yawn*
And to think I was griping and grousing over ever getting started and getting things right.
Do what you can at given present. Be here. You only have one task to do right now. Just that one.
Yes.
Mooncup: a Review
On with the review!
The Mooncup is a medical-grade silicone menstrual cup designed for women of all shapes, sizes, and walks of life. It's packed in a box made of recycled carton, and comes with a mini-manual made of non-bleached paper and a cotton carrying case. there are two available sizes -- Cup A is best for ladies who have given birth or are above 30, and size B for ladies under 30, have not given birth, or have given birth via C-section.
My friend AJ had been talking to me about the benefits of using the Mooncup -- it's eco-friendly, non-messy, and feels barely-there when worn. These were really great features of the product, but I wanted to see how it would be good for me.
The personal petticoat (Fin)
It has been a long, tiring day. James and I woke rather early at 8:00am to have breakfast, play a few rounds on the Playstation 2, prep and step out for pre-shift lunch. It's Monday afternoons like this I wish would stretch into infinity. Just a few more minutes with him make things blissful.
I don't usually photograph myself in a state of undress, but it felt right.
The personal petticoat, première
At last. It's done. I post.
I'll let the pictures do the talking.
Metro ComiCon! Part II (8-22-10)
We left the hall to have yummy lunch at Karate Kid. (Bottomless punch and takoyaki. Mmm.) As we went back to the event hall, James and I were discussing how cool it would be if we got to see cosplayers do our favorite-albeit-slightly-obscure anime. Well, like Fairy Tail.One look at this group and I went, "hey, that's familia--- ohmygod."
Our wish came true! Holy smokes! Talk about serendipity. :D
Metro ComiCon! Part I (8-22-10)
Aaaaugh! Hi guys. I know, I know, I'd been promising forever to get back to you with pictures and stories, and here I finally am. (I'm still here!) Lots of things happened on lots on things, but yours truly is back and in one big happy piece.
Now! On with the show!
My mind goes back to my memories of the Metro ComiCon, and my heart just goes BOOM. So many wonderful wares, wonderful art, wonderful stories, wonderful people. Just makes my heart melt.
Bathroom Dance!
To my pinoy-culture-savvy readers, you might have guessed I took the title from this infamous video parody. You are absolutely right.)
Hello, everyone. I'm writing this from home right now because I've been home all day -- and will be home for the next two or four as well.
Rows and rows and rows of tulle, rows and rows and rows of tulle...
Such a long title for such a short post!First off, The past two weeks have been positively grand. I still have news to share with you about our experience at the Metro ComiCon last, last week. I can certainly promise you that one will be a picture-heavy post.
I'm just really glad that about 20% of my personal everyday petticoat is (finally!) sewn, after much self-inflicted bum-kicking. Pro-cras!-tination. The culprit? Facebook games, specifically, City of Wonder.
I really must be off to bed now -- the learners are coming back from their summer vacations in droves, and have a ton of stories to tell -- so I'll leave you with a stolen shot I took in my managers' office on last Friday's after-shift.
Callooh! Callay! 08-20-10
Hello, me loves! Time for another serving of goodies from the Internet. Prepare for adventure!
To greater heights
Ah yes, kittens. Before having children of your own, I really do recommend getting a kitten or a puppy. See if you have the patience, the fortitude and the staying power to keep your sanity intact after keeping it from chewing computer and phone wires, clambering all over the keyboard or a book you're reading, or sampling your breakfast. If you manage to keep yourself together after all that and more, congratulations -- you just might have the slightest chance of surviving parenthood.
Not that I've known. I just have the faintest idea of what it's like to raise a kid from my aunts and uncles.
In hindsight -- Wow. What I must've put my own parents through those formative years!
Le sigh.
Anyway!
I am most pleased to say I am writing this blog post from the wriggly, cozy comfort of my home. (I say wriggly, because Mink is quite adamant about inspecting and padding about the keyboard as I type.) The telephone installation crew came over this morning to do what they do best, and now I am officially connected to the rest of the human race via internet and a landline. Huzzah!
So, this ought to mean more frequent blogging. This also means I ought to be sewing and cooking more. A-hmmmmm.
Speaking of cooking, James and I have finally secured a decent grill-pan! Huzzah! I fully intend to christen it with a recipe from Meream's book soon.
Then of course, there's the everyday-petticoat project for moi. Oho. Ohohohohohohohoho.
Rain sometimes makes it better.
I'm writing this wee post from James' place. He's dressing in the bedroom, and we'll be stepping out into the rain to get him a new video card for the computer.
The real treat of it all, I think, is (and I hope) the rains will be light, there'll be faint thunder rumbling ahead, and we'll be travelling by rail. It's been a while since we rode the MRT to anywhere, really. It'll be just like college again, with going anywhere, playing hooky sometimes just to explore places, eat together, and simply spend time in a remotely foreign place.
Ah.
We're both grown up now (or at least, some folks think we are or ought to be), and I'm still really glad we can enjoy simple things like these.
What simple things do you enjoy on rainy days?
Callooh! Callay! 8-14-10
Well, well, well. Look do we have here. Ha!
Callooh! Callay! will henceforth be a new segment of this blog featuring fun stuff all over the interwebs, courtesy of my friends and yours truly. Horray for discoveries and distractions!
Six panels of roses...
... to wear flower trails on your hips.
How am I supposed to be/ I don't have my thorns now -- Regina Spektor, BaobabsThe skirt I'm working on is slowly making progress, slowly, slowly. When I go home tonight, I'll attach a bit more to the waistline to cover the rest of the skirt and to give it a few more inches for the hook and eye.
I reckon once this skirt is done, I feel I might need to make a petticoat for it... Or maybe not. Ample hips make for nice and natural panniers too. Well, we'll see when we get there.
Ureshii: 16
Hello, beautiful people. I can't think of anything else right now; my head is too filled with a warm fuzzy feeling of happiness and gratitude.
Formspring time: where to buy second-hand sewing machines in Manila?
Yoj asked me this question on formspring.me:
Hello! I stumbled on your blog while looking for craft blogs. I'd like to ask, do you know where I can buy second hand portable sewing machines here in Manila? Thanks!
The price range for sewing machines there go from a decent P3000 to P5000, and the people who man the shop (the one I mentioned above) really know sewing machines. When choosing one, I recommend you ask them to demo it for you so you know the different things it can do, and so you can gauge how easy or difficult it is to manipulate it. Sometimes, they may even give you very helpful freebies (like brand new needles, bobbins, a dusting brush, and a screwdriver) on your purchase!
Oh, and always ask them for the voltage of the sewing machine. You will probably need a voltage regulator/ transformer to get your sewing machine going.
Good luck on your purchase! Let me know how things go.
PS: if you want the name and phone number of the shop I go to, just drop me a note, alright? :)
For more accounts of my experiences with Aduana, check out these posts:
We keep our memories longer than our names. -- Neil Gaiman
Death has a way of making the days and weeks vanish in a breath. Just like that.In truth, I have no idea of the best way to begin this post, but beginnings happen by themselves eventually, just like endings do.
It has been two (three?) weeks since James' dad passed away. It happened so quickly. Thinking of it still makes me feel the inertia of emotion.
In all honesty, Tito Vangie and I did not get to talk very much. I knew very little of him. The short conversations we had were few and far between, and often occurred over drowsy breakfasts, the smell of dried fish, tomato and omelet coaxing my senses awake.
He once reminisced by the breakfast table about forming a band with his cousins when bands were still called combos, and how getting to Cubao seemed terribly easier (albeit in a roundabout way) back in the day. His deep rumbling voice, his eyes lost in their private reverie while we young'uns tucked into eggs and tomato and fried rice. Remembering bygone days made his eyes smile, among many other things.
I remember that.
There'd be days, James said, that whenever Tito Vangie's grand-nephews and grand-nieces would come, he'd scoop them up in his arms, and carry them through the house as much as his back and his legs would let him. He'd remark (as I observe) on the smallest things they'd point out to him in sheer wonder, and somehow, just somehow, the scars and scabs and grizzle of old age would melt away from his face. His cheeks grew pink, and clear. Being with his grand-children made him younger.
I know very little of him, but the little I know, I still remember, and fondly.
It is said that we children are the best parts of our parents put together. Everyday, there is a little bit of Tito Vangie I see in James. It gives me a sense of wonder, and I smile quietly, wistfully. There are parts of James -- his face, his demeanor, his smile -- that say they have secrets, riddles from his father. Secrets I see that I do not understand, but perhaps am not meant to, but to wonder about.
A part of James is a koan, a riddle of his father. I am thankful.
Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.
Goodbye, Tito Vangie. You are loved.
getting sick, and sewing again
I've done it.I decided to take five days away from work for the latter part of last week. I was hoping that I'd be able to finally (finally!) get started on all those sewing projects I planned on, but Life is what happens while you're making plans.
Saints George, Paul, Ringo, John, bless the sickbed I lie on.
The five free days were spent meeting up with April, a good friend of mine, doing the groceries, changing the bedsheets, putting away the laundry, and cleaning, cleaning, cleaning the horrors out of my bedroom and general first floor.All in roughly 26 hours nonstop, tops.
And I got sick. Blasted flu.
*sigh* I'm quite glad James was there to take me to the doctor's and nurse me as much as he could. The cats also did their share by having a grand goose chase every fifteen minutes or so and distracting me from my misery.
Cats? Oh, yes. Everyone, meet Mink.
A triptych of a kitten, which has absolutely nothing to do with sewing.
My good sewing friend Mary entrusted this two-month-old bundle of softness and sass to us. Mink is all purrs and twinkles and sugar and spice when she's on our laps, but she certainly knows how wrap Tweed around her little pink-padded paws. I personally don't know if Tweed's figured it out by now and is just playing along or if he simply can't see the forest for the trees... but we're bound to believe it's very much the latter.
I'm glad to say I've taken my first steps to sewing again. I've decided to take things slowly for now. It now seems better to take something step by step and spend your energy in manageable measures than to to spill everything in big messy Huzzah!, only to lose steam when you're hardly at the end of it.
The panels have been cut, the allowances pressed for easier sewing, and are waiting for me to get work done on them.
*Sigh* A thought: sometimes, spending an entire afternoon cleaning and getting reacquainted with your sewing machine's quirks, screws, and gears make for a happy accident.
Totally worth it before you start sewing, trust me.
Video: Test Your Awareness -- Whoddunit?
Brought to us by my workmate/CastleAge Warlord friend Irl, and the storm Basyang. ^_^*Did you spot all 21? I could only spot 15 -- and, uh, I had to constantly go back-and-forth for them. ^_^"
Nights like these
(written July 14, 2010, 8:30pm)are very good opportunities to do some housework while it's still light, then head out to the next city's mall for dinner, a few supplies, and cellphone juice when it gets dark.
A storm hailed at Signal #2 raged all night Tuesday evening. A number of colleagues and I who lived in the same area decided to stay at the office for a while longer to wait out the storm. By the time the winds had tamed a bit, we decided to head home -- and find the power gone from our respective areas. Word is out that electricity won't be back until tomorrow. Looks like it's survival mode (of sorts) for now.
Gladly, the evening was not without its dose of fun. ^_^*
Meet AJ's back. AJ has a very quirky and awesome skin condition called Dermatographic Urticaria. when the skin gets scratched, bumped, or even sometimes slapped, it develops raised wheals. AJ says it's not itchy or painful -- and gives the artist in her hours of endless biological fun. She invited me last night to decorate her back with something pretty and handed me what seemed to be a broken-off plastic fork tine.
I'm not sure if I got the pretty bit right, but you see the result above.
It started as a bird, then the bird was a-perching on a branch, then I wondered what the branch was supposed to grow out of. I thought, "Ah, well, let's make it grow out of a book. It sort of makes sense, and AJ loves books." I'm not sure what the liquid pooling under the book's pages are supposed to be, but I'm guessing it's ink. So, yeah.
AJ was pretty cool throughout the whole experience. She was giving a lesson quite collectedly and effortlessly while I did my thing. Amazing woman, this one.
Drawing on skin was interesting. It stretches and bounces back, and you have to constantly adjust to it, unlike paper.
The best thing about it, I think, is it's not permanent. It's like drawing on the seashore: you draw on it, then after sometime, it vanishes. I took this shot at the very last minute before my camera's batteries died. I ran down to get a fresh pair, and when I got back in 10 minutes or so, the bird was already too mottled to be recognizable. I guess it was a lucky shot. ^_^*
what makes you feel hot?
very nice red wine makes me feel hot and giggly, but some strong rum makes me feel hot and kooky, haha!
Cook It! crockpot edition: Coca-cola Chicken
Yep, you read the title right.
A geeky reason to love this recipe: as we all know, Coca-Cola makes for very potent acid. You can practically use it to clean off rust in the inner workings of your car, scrub stains of your bathroom porcelain, clean burnt pans, remove gum in your hair, even clean ancient coins! With so much acid in the drink, why not put it to good use as a meat tenderizer?
A lazy reason to love this recipe: It's only got four ingredients. 'Nuff said.
The best reason to love this recipe: It's goooooooooooooooooood. Deserves every singe extra O in there, yes it does.
You will need:
- 1 whole chicken, about 3 pounds. This will also work if your chicken is cut up into parts, like mine was.
- 1 cup ketchup
- 1 large onion, thinly sliced
- 1 cup cola, Coke, Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, etc.
- Salt and Pepper
Let's Get To It!
Wash and pat your chicken dry. Rub salt and pepper onto the chicken meat to taste.
Be sure to keep your cat away from the chicken.
Slice up your onion. Set aside.
Arrange your chicken in a nice, neat pile inside your crockpot.
Add the sliced onion, the one-cup ketchup...
... and the Cola, in all its fizzy glory.
Take sometime to admire Science at work before putting the glass lid back on.
Set it to Low, and let it cook for 6 to 8 hours.
Peeking every now and then is optional. This is what your chicken looks like after an hour.
After merely three or four hours. Look at all that chicken essence. Yum yum.
When the chicken meat is all tender, turn off the crockpot and let it cool for a bit. Once cool, you may wish to transfer the dish onto a bigger container. again, make sure to keep your chicken away from the cat. Above, the chicken sans sauce...
... and the chicken with sauce.
This serving I cooked up quickly vanished in two days' time, courtesy of James, me, Irl, Ditas, and a number of colleagues. Talk about potent stuff!
I plan to try this dish with pork instead for next time. It certainly sounds like a very promising idea.
UPDATE: the Coca-Cola Pork needed more time to cook to get it to the same tenderness as the chicken. (Can you say overnight?) I decided to dunk in a chopped-up chicken to to the ensemble and let it cook on Low overnight. James and I had it for brekkie the next day, and, in James' words, it was "a world of difference". I reckon it was the additional time and the chicken oil that did it. Voila!
Hope you liked this recipe! If you've tried this out, or made some variations of your own, I'd love to know how it turned out for you in the comments below. 
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