{"id":6256,"date":"2024-12-24T20:55:00","date_gmt":"2024-12-25T04:55:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kawalingpinoy.com\/?p=6256"},"modified":"2024-12-24T20:55:37","modified_gmt":"2024-12-25T04:55:37","slug":"ampalaya-chicken-feet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kawalingpinoy.com\/ampalaya-chicken-feet\/","title":{"rendered":"Ampalaya with Chicken Feet"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Ampalaya with Chicken Feet<\/strong> is a delicious dish that pairs perfectly with steamed rice. It's a budget-friendly and nutritious meal you'll feel good serving the whole family.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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This recipe was posted on the blog over ten years ago, and I'm updating it today with new photos and cooking tips. Like the chicken tinola<\/a>, leche flan<\/a>, and a few recipes on my blog, it's meaningful and holds bittersweet memories. What I've written below in 2014 might no longer represent my current sentiments, but I'm keeping them here for posterity's sake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If you are a long-time reader of Kawaling Pinoy and had the patience to read through my 200+ recipes, you probably noticed that while my posts are peppered with fond anecdotes of my mother, I rarely, if ever, mention my father. This is not surprising, really, with all things considered. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mother centered her life around her children. On the other hand, my father was a self-indulgent man who put his family last. Our mother was the bright light and steady pillar of our childhood. Our father was non-existent when we were growing up, a neither here nor there presence in our young lives. So, while I have many remembrances of my mother's love and devotion, memories of my father are few and far between, if any.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My father was as heavy with his drink as he was light with his hands. I have abundant recollections of being a frail five-year-old sandwiched between my mother and father in a futile attempt to protect her from his fists. After five years of assault on body and soul, my mother finally had enough sense to realize the marriage was a lost cause.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It's incredible how I tried hard not to be like my father my whole life, yet we are the same in many ways: the shape of his face, how he walks, his penchant for writing, and his appetite for good food. Like me, he also loves to cook. This ampalaya with chicken feet was one of his \"experimental\" dishes that became my mother's favorites.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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