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63 years later…

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bahaykubo

Today’s post is a little bit about food and a lot about being Filipino. 🙂

The picture above was breakfast in my godparents’ bahay kubo this past weekend. This time around it was tinapang galunggong (smoked mackeral scad) and talong (eggplant, in this case boiled) served with a dipping sauce of toyo (soy sauce) and kalamansi (Filipino lime). Delicious. 

If you’re Filipino, a morning in a creaky bamboo house on stilts with a light breeze and a full belly is as content as you’ll ever get. 

If you’re Filipino, sometimes it really does taste better when you eat with your hands. 

If you’re Filipino, you have a high forgiveness threshold so even though Philippine Airlines treats you like crap you’ll ride them again anyway. (This time around though they won’t disappoint you. In fact, they’ll be really pleasant and terrific.)

If you’re Filipino, “labs” does not conjure pictures of chemistry sets. It makes you think of cheesy romantic comedies and lots of pink hearts.

If you’re Filipino, when you’re uncle passes you’ll sit outside the house where his remains wait for their final place and greet and feed the guests that pay their final respects. You’ll do this for however long it takes with whatever you time you have – 2 day, 3 days, 7 days, 40 days. You’ll cry a little but watch your cousins’ many kids run around playing the games you used to play and understand that tradition and family goes on. 

If you’re Filipino, you’re celebrating a little bit at the passing of the Stimulus Bill. On a few little lines, a 63 year old effort has finally been realized. Although imperfect, those lines finally give some justice to the Filipino veterans who served the United States during World War II. These men are 80-90 years old now and their numbers have dwindled from the original 400,000+ Filipinos who fought alongside Americans. Regardless, it brought smiles (and ok, a few tears) to learn that the JFAV (Justice for Filipino American Veterans) provision finally made it. 

This post is dedicated to my Amang Ponso who also served with the Americans, my Uncle Lito who had a phatty bahay kubo, and my Uncle Romy who I paid my last respects to this past weekend in Baliuag.  

More food pics and lighter fare to come… Thanks for indulging me in non-food ramblings.

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Written by joann

February 18, 2009 at 11:26 pm

4 Responses

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  1. I think this might possibly be my favorite blog post ever.

    I teared up a little and felt nostalgic.

    Thanks, Jo!

    Jerry

    February 22, 2009 at 5:46 am

  2. Joann,

    Beautiful writing because it’s from the heart. Sorry for the loss in your family, but being around family makes times like this bearable. Hope you’re doing well!

    ntr!

    February 25, 2009 at 2:16 pm

  3. Just passing by.Btw, you website have great content!

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    Mike

    March 1, 2009 at 4:58 pm

  4. Jer/Nat – thanks for stopping by! 🙂

    Mike – your link is boo boo.

    joann

    March 8, 2009 at 11:13 pm


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