A row of bulols (rice granary gods) found in the attic of Arca's Yard Photos by EV ESPIRITU
Come rain or come shine, Arca’s Yard up in Tiptop, the boundary of Baguio and La Trinidad along Ambuklao Road, enjoys full-house patronage. Locals don’t mind the drive up outside city limits to get their slice of camote pie.
Owner Nida “Ninj” Sabado believes “I’m the only one serving this pie probably in the whole Philippines.” She cites the root crop’s role in Igorot rituals, especially in cañaos where pigs or carabaos are butchered to mark special occasions like wedding feasts. Alongside the cooked meat, staples like camote and gabi are served,
Sabado grew tired of boiled camote so she thought of a different way of serving it. She researched and discovered that sweet potato pie is the favorite dessert of Michael Jackson. Through trial and error, she got the taste she liked—pure, organic, with loads of anti-wrinkle and anti-oxidant elements.
Camote pie a la mode
Before Arca’s Yard Café opened, there was the gallery she put up to assuage her grief over her mother’s death in 2014. It was a combination of mini library and museum with the Cordillera as its theme. She said, I want to share and preserve the culture of Benguet and the whole Cordillera.”
She wanted the place to be somewhere her writer and artist friends could hang out, even if there was a typhoon raging. The gallery once faced the road, then she moved it to their adjacent family proper and now it’s facing three mountains on a clear day: Mt. Pulag’s tip, Mt. Purgatory and Mt. Ugo on the Itogon side. The sunrise and full moon can be viewed from the balcony.
The gallery-café grew to a three-room bread and breakfast place that is five storeys high, including an attic for the book collection, and still expanding sideways. It has come a long way from being originally the ranch and kamote plot of Sabado’s father Arca. She says he had no surname—Jonson, Dianson, Djanson were appended after his first name. Before World War II, Arca supplied Camp John Hay and the hotels of Baguio with fresh milk.
Ninj Sabado is a good storyteller about the old Baguio.
Today Sabado’s customers not only go up for the pie but also for the enlanrged menu that includes lamb chops, pasta, lechon kawali, arroz a la cubana and anything that she calls “easy and quick to cook. I didn’t realize all this would be successful.”
Arca’s popularity grew through word of mouth and social media. Visitors are always fighting over seats that have panoramic views whether it’s sunny, rainy or foggy.
Lovers' Locks
Another feature is gate inspired by a bridge in Paris. Sabado calls it Lovers’ Lock. She sells the padlocks for a minimal fee and lovers can make their vows by that gate barring a cliff.
When the restaurant is packed, service slows down. Sabado soothes her waiting customers, telling them, “We’re new, we’re feeling our way and trying to improve the service.” –Elizabeth Lolarga
View from the balcony
This article and some photos were first published in the Aug. 3, 2016, issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer Northern Luzon Supplement.
Showing posts with label Baguio life and weather. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Baguio life and weather. Show all posts
Thursday, August 4, 2016
Sunday, April 17, 2016
April showers, finally
Image sent by Carmencita Sipin Aspiras
In the part of Baguio where we live (15 minutes away from the central business district without traffic), we have been experiencing daily afternoon rains, including one heck of a thunderstorm, since April 15. We, the home-bound family members, could almost hear the plants and trees going glug glug glug as they soak in and store the water. The rains last, like the trip to our neighborhood to and from town, 15 minutes tops, enough to cool the air for Baguio has also been feeling the stifling humid air that lowlanders complain about.
I received a lot of encouraging feedback from blog readers about my April 12 entry here about watching our grandchild and the garden grow. Psychologist Yoya Bulatao, who I finally met at a Fully Booked writing workshop that Neni Sta. Romana Cruz and daugher Aina organized over a year ago, cited my grandchild Kai as "the most interesting flower of all."
Pianist Carmencita Sipin Aspiras wrote from far California, which has not been spared of drought, and shared the above photo that warms me to the tip of my toes as I like to write with feet unshod. She wrote: "What a refreshing topic! And so apt for Spring. Lucky Kai will blossom into a beautiful person as she is nourished by your and Rolly's love in the form of a lovely garden." The image she sent me looks like an illustrated cross-stitched quotation.
Thank you, Heavenly Gardener, for listening to our pleas for rain.
In the part of Baguio where we live (15 minutes away from the central business district without traffic), we have been experiencing daily afternoon rains, including one heck of a thunderstorm, since April 15. We, the home-bound family members, could almost hear the plants and trees going glug glug glug as they soak in and store the water. The rains last, like the trip to our neighborhood to and from town, 15 minutes tops, enough to cool the air for Baguio has also been feeling the stifling humid air that lowlanders complain about.
I received a lot of encouraging feedback from blog readers about my April 12 entry here about watching our grandchild and the garden grow. Psychologist Yoya Bulatao, who I finally met at a Fully Booked writing workshop that Neni Sta. Romana Cruz and daugher Aina organized over a year ago, cited my grandchild Kai as "the most interesting flower of all."
Pianist Carmencita Sipin Aspiras wrote from far California, which has not been spared of drought, and shared the above photo that warms me to the tip of my toes as I like to write with feet unshod. She wrote: "What a refreshing topic! And so apt for Spring. Lucky Kai will blossom into a beautiful person as she is nourished by your and Rolly's love in the form of a lovely garden." The image she sent me looks like an illustrated cross-stitched quotation.
Thank you, Heavenly Gardener, for listening to our pleas for rain.
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Watching them grow
These days, our Not So Wee One Anymore, a.k.a. Kai, often refuses to smile for or look at the camera. "That is not polite," she says with an accompanying "Hmmmph!" And then she stomps her foot like a Baguio version of the Queen of Hearts, and I can almost hear her imaginary soldiers marching towards me to take off my head.
On my visits to Baguio, I like taking pictures of how my husband Rolly's garden, dedicated to our grandchild, is developing. Yes, developing like the person to whom it is being tended for. Scanning my files, I saw how they (Kai, Rolly and the once secret garden) have grown, too, in years. It's the spot of paradise we are proud of in our home where the grandpa can be found as soon as the sun is up, picking up dried leaves or snipping branches here and there with his pruning scissors or bare hands (careful there!). Grandchild offers to water the plants or just walk around, acting as my spotter and telling me what closeup pictures to take.
I'm posting these since we are approaching Earth Day which is observed worldwide on April 22. Gardens may be a luxury during this time of El Niño when farmers and their families are making their parched voices and grumbling stomachs heard, often to indifferent government officials. Now, don't get me started. I don't want to meander just yet to another subject as hot as the sweltering summer sun is.
Meanwhile, how green was our garden then. I used the past tense there with hopes that The Heavenly Gardener (Our Father in heaven) would send some refreshing rain soon.
Photos by Babeth Lolarga
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Toddler joys
"A joyful heart is good medicine." - Proverbs 17:22
And that's what The Wee One is gifted with, a joyful heart that has somehow kept her immune system up and strong despite Baguio's below 20-degree temperature.
She recently told her Manila-bound mother that she really didn't care for toys as pasalubong on the latter's return. It's a roundabout way of telling Kimi to hurry back!
My being a stay-home granny during the recent Christmas holidays allowed me to take stolen shots of Kai. It's becoming harder to coax her to pose, and it all depends on her mood at the moment. Most times, she'd cover her face or pretend she's asleep or turn her back so she can focus on playing by her lonesome which she doesn't seem to mind. She puts her heart into group play, too, and isn't shy anymore when faced with other kids as wee as her.
No, she won't budge for a photo beside the Christmas tree at Mario's Restaurant on Christmas. Later, she concedes but a lot of combination bribes and threats had to done to get her to pose for a family portrait. Photos by Booboo Babeth
What I like is when she quietly does her own thing. Her mother thinks that Kai's preferred form of play--classifying colors and arranging her toys neatly according to colors--is already bordering on obsessive-compulsive behavior.
Look at what she did with these beads. Having mastered stringing them into necklaces, she arranges them in precise order with such concentration.
The OC in The Wee One at work
And that's what The Wee One is gifted with, a joyful heart that has somehow kept her immune system up and strong despite Baguio's below 20-degree temperature.
She recently told her Manila-bound mother that she really didn't care for toys as pasalubong on the latter's return. It's a roundabout way of telling Kimi to hurry back!
My being a stay-home granny during the recent Christmas holidays allowed me to take stolen shots of Kai. It's becoming harder to coax her to pose, and it all depends on her mood at the moment. Most times, she'd cover her face or pretend she's asleep or turn her back so she can focus on playing by her lonesome which she doesn't seem to mind. She puts her heart into group play, too, and isn't shy anymore when faced with other kids as wee as her.
No, she won't budge for a photo beside the Christmas tree at Mario's Restaurant on Christmas. Later, she concedes but a lot of combination bribes and threats had to done to get her to pose for a family portrait. Photos by Booboo Babeth
What I like is when she quietly does her own thing. Her mother thinks that Kai's preferred form of play--classifying colors and arranging her toys neatly according to colors--is already bordering on obsessive-compulsive behavior.
Look at what she did with these beads. Having mastered stringing them into necklaces, she arranges them in precise order with such concentration.
The OC in The Wee One at work
Saturday, November 1, 2014
Missing the marapait
Hi there, November! What took you so long? The vacant lots or spots not taken over yet by houses and vulcanizing shops show no hint of marapait, our local sunflowers in Baguio. Maybe it isn't cold enough for them, but it's cool enough for the green poinsettia leaves to almost redden overnight.
Thank you, constant gardener, for noting the changes in temperature and how these affect the colors of our hillsides. Photo by Babeth Lolarga
Thank you, constant gardener, for noting the changes in temperature and how these affect the colors of our hillsides. Photo by Babeth Lolarga
Sunday, August 10, 2014
All the love you hold
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