Nothing compares with my favorite menu. Of course taste is relative, though most of the time we have a universal agreement on what tastes good and what tastes bad. My provincial upbringing lingers in my tongue and to the right are foods that I could eat 7 times a week without puking. The fried rice (kalo-kalo, mas namit kon daw batok sa idalom), grilled fish (sinugba nga isda, bisan ano), steamed prawns (lukon o pasayan bisan ano okay lang), fried bangus (pinakas, mas namit kon binulad pa kag may dyutay asin) and native chicken adobo (may gata, luya, bits of salt and vinegar-- no toyo or patis or it takes away the Ilonggo adobo style). I miss these foods especially on rainy season. I don't know why, but the incessant rain has something in it that brings back memory of my mother's kitchen (and darapugan) and all the pots and wooden utensils hanging our bamboo posts. By the way, all foods above have been converted a month ago to a potentially very rich source of vegetable nutrients. I wonder what can grow up on that heap of fertilizer many months from now. Blurp... Ha! ha!
