Showing posts with label Doreen G. Fernandez. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Doreen G. Fernandez. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

The writer who savored the word and swallowed the world




The much-loved and esteemed Doreen Gamboa Fernandez would have been more than pleased at the culinary storm she helped generate: blogs devoted to restaurant reviews; culinary academies rising in nearly all parts of the country; regional and national cooking contests; newspaper sections and columns devoted to food and dining. In a large way, this is her doing. Add to that, the well-traveled widely exposed Pinoy has developed a discriminating palate that has learned to savor a multitude of tastes representing cuisines of the world.
Fernandez and her typewriter
 The life and works of this modern Renaissance woman is the subject of an exhibit at the Ateneo Library of Women's Writings (ALIWW) Reading Room on the Loyola Heights campus, Quezon City, until Nov. 9.

Apart from photographs of Fernandez and copies of her books, the glass cases display the meticulous syllabus, exams and class records she kept when she taught generations of Ateneo students English, literature, journalism and creative writing, her own notebooks and notes from graduate school where she did ground-breaking research on the history of Philippine theater under scholars Bienvenido Lumbera and Nicanor Tiongson who later became her colleagues, thank-you notes from medical residents, students and people who heard her lecture or to whom she gave her time and attention.

An "A" student even in graduate school
No wonder the Ateneo community insists, with this exhibit, on remembering what to its members is “a great woman.”

Teacher, scholar, writer, taste-maker, even “pleasant patient, strong even during the most trying of times,” in the words of the resident staff of the Makati Medical Center who she taught how to improve their command of the English language. It was her way of giving back for their helping her recover from illness. Fernandez wore these inter-related hats with elan, unselfishness and humility.
Doreen the professor
 Unselfish and humble because she did not hog credit to herself. In her book Tikim: Essays on Philippine Food and Culture (Anvil Publishing), she acknowledged as her teachers “those who give me information about food: market vendors, street sellers, cooks, chefs, waiters, restaurant and carinderia owners, farmers, tricycle drivers, gardeners, fishermen …” and on and on her list goes. In short, “everyone who eats and cares.”

Even at her most scholarly, her writing remained vibrant and readable. At the end of her narratives, she always had a glossary of food and food-related terms and list of publication sources. In one of her last books Palayok: Philippine Food Through Time, On Site, In the Pot (The Bookmark Inc.), a table of illustrations is included where the sources of each image is acknowledged.
Some books that Fernandez wrote
With frequent collaborator Edilberto Alegre
 Only she can come up with the just-right definition for that condition of a fruit, manibalang, i.e., “almost ripe, fruit soft yet firm and crunchy.” Or that piquant term for a young coconut’s meat, mala-uhog, i.e.., “literally, like snot.”

In Tikim, she also lay down some guidelines for credible food writing that read so elegantly like the writer’s character: “The writing done about food must be worthy of its subject. It should be not just utilitarian reportage, but writing that depends heavily on the unsaid, on the assumed, on the subtext of culture. It should require full participation from the reader, responses drawn from home and growing, from memory and pleasure. Because of this, it must be done with words that resound, and with the silence vibrating between and behind the words. Words that bear the culture within them need no adornments; they speak from intimacy of the experience. And yet, one reaches for words oft dedicated only to poetry, for words beyond the cooking stove, kitchen and plate, for words that convey sense, sensibility and sensuousness.”

Unknown to many readers, this “doyenne of food history in the Philippines,” a title given by renowned folklore scholar and museum professional Barbara-Krishenblatt-Gimblett, was a diabetic during all the time she was trying out restaurants, writing her food columns, researching Philippine town and sitios for almost-lost life and food ways. This never hampered her work. Her prose bristles with joie de vivre that is evident in her personal photos on exhibit.
Wedding portrait of Doreen and Wili Fernandez
 Little known, too, is that the homemaker Doreen served her husband Wili, a top honcho in the interior design profession and himself a gourmet, take-out food. This wirter once spotted her loading warm, freshly cooked laing in her car for her husband’s supper but not just from any run-of-the-mill source. She bought it from someone who cooked it with love.
Laughing with sister Della Besa the pianist
 The young bloggers have plenty to thank Fernandez for. This plenitude she made possible through her writings–cum-teachings. She foresaw the “new kind of interaction” where local and foreign chefs use Philippine ingredients in creative ways (mango-filled crepes, salmon belly sinigang) or how street food would continue to flourish in hard times and good.--Text and photo reproductions by Elizabeth Lolarga

First published by Vera Files and Yahoo Philippines, Oct. 30, 2012


Monday, January 12, 2009

The Pleasure of Eddy Alegre’s Company

News of his demise yesterday turned the skies grayer. It came a month after Bobi Valenzuela’s death, another great lover of good food and life’s riches. Writer Edilberto Alegre’s image in my mind remains that of a “hiping (hippie) kulelat.” He always dressed like an overaged flower child, hair tied in a ponytail, loose pants held up by drawstrings and a t-shirt that had seen better days for his top.
But his credentials as a scholar cannot be dismissed. Together with the late Doreen G. Fernandez, they reconstructed the lives of early Filipino writers in English with their two-volume Writers in Their Milieu series. They went on to co-write defining books on Pinoy cuisine.
Eddy was known for handwriting his manuscripts. When she was still alive, Doreen was his “secretary,” encoding pages of Eddy’s scribblings. Once the two posed with Bookmark’s Lorenzo Tan for The Sunday Times Magazine for which I was doing a story. Doreen whipped out a comb from her purse and started combing Eddy’s hair before the photographer clicked the shutter.
In 1996, Eddy came up to Baguio. My husband Rolly, a certified Filipiniana bibliophile, brought his collection of Alegre-authored books for his autograph, and he beamed with pride at seeing his life’s work before him. He told Rolly that he must have earned a good amount of royalties from him alone He wrote on the introductory page of Kinilaw: “This is a once-in-a-lifetime research and the insights too are ‘ no-repeats.’ Glad you keep going back to it. With thanks, eddy.”
My most vivid memory of Eddy was as I was passing through Tacloban City, Leyte, with the crew of the defunct tv show “Womanwatch.” We had just interviewed survivors from the catastrophic Ormoc flooding and stopped by the capital city for lunch. Eddy met us, walked with us for several blocks only for us to stop at what seemed to me a hole-in-the-wall eatery. It was not air-conditioned, and our bodies were craving for small creature comforts after our work and long bus trip. Eddy bought rice in heart-shaped packaging from the sidewalk (I know there’s a native name for that, but it escapes me now). Then he ordered with the voice of authority. He instructed us to wash our hands thoroughly. What came after was one of the best seafood meals of my life: ruby red crabs oozing with fat and eaten with our hands.
Eddy took us also to a town in Samar known for its banig (mats), and we crossed San Juanico Bridge while I hummed the martial-law period propaganda song about it: “San Juanico Bridge, symbol of love…You’re an inspiration, a product of wisdom of the First Couple of our land.” While we waited for some made-to-order banigs to be woven, Eddy talked about a terrible kind of pulutan (drinking side dish) that even he would not touch. It’s the head of a dog. Eddy said no matter how many hours you boil or grill it, you can’t kill the rabies virus.
His good friend Linc Drilon has many letters from Eddy and is thinking of compiling them into a book. We hope that project pushes through. As another friend Alex Dacanay said of Eddy, “We still have great need for him.”