Eat Your Heart Out
I love food the way some people have this unending devotion for things like designer clothes the price of half a year’s rent, or the latest tech gadget worth 20 units of college subjects. Growing up in a family whose main sport is paddling a fork and spoon in consistent rhythm from plate to mouth, it was almost too easy to see that I would end up becoming a jock at this eating game. When most of my friends would spend Sundays at the mall with their families, I’d be driving off to some distant province with mine just to eat lunch. We would go to RIDICULOUS places just to eat good grub: Bulacan for the creamiest pastillas, Pampanga for Sinigang na Ulangand kamaro (fried field bugs), and Quezon to eat at a palaisdaanwith floating huts to name a few of those places.
This whole blog was conceived from the curiosity of various people who have picked and poked at my food-filled mind. You know who you are.
- July 8 2011 | - Read More →