Every day, slowly but surely, the need to go to the Metro for some decent, other-than-the-plebeian-fastfood grubs is waning. I have recently talked about this quaint, artsy place in Taytay, and now here's another reason to be one happy Rizaleño gastronome.
It's a great year for Rizal gastronomes. Foodscapes have been turning up in the most unlikely places here in our province. We now have the option of driving (or commuting) around the area - without having to endure the teeth-grinding heavy traffic of the Metro.
Before I was anything else, I was - first and foremost - a bibliophile. I've learned to read at an early age so my love affair with books had started long before I had any formal schooling.
Food is like poetry. Every bite is a line; every morsel a verse. It is no wonder, having said those, that I am drawn to gastronomy. Eating, to me, is an adventure all on its own. And last Monday, August 18, a couple of good friends and I headed out to SM City Masinag for an adventure of gastronomic proportions.
Anansi Boys is a tale about two estranged brothers, Fat Charlie and Spider, whose father was a god. When their father dies, the brothers are reunited. And their lives turn into a string of funny, and frightening events.
Ang ating kultura ay maihahalintulad sa isang sapin-sapin: makulay, patung-patong at halu-halo. At tulad ng kakaning ito, sa kabila ng, at dahil na rin, sa kakaibang anyo at samu't saring sangkap ng ating kasaysayan at pagka-Pilipino, ang kultura natin ay hindi maipagkakailang masarap at malinamnam.
Relationships are complex. Everyday, we struggle to understand its inherent intricacies. There are so many analogies, similes, and parables that we humans rely on to come to grips with the truths and realities of the world in general, and of relationships in particular. This is one of those.
For a great part of our lives, we are but a bunch of fumbling buffoons who have no idea where we are going. What is ahead is no more than a collection of furcated trails leading to a vast sea of convoluted senseless images made even more indiscernible by a thick screen of smoke and confusion.
The view from Mount Sembrano's peaks left me and the rest of Tropang Ligaw (unofficial name) revitalized. The vastness of Laguna De Bay, for one, had filled me with more than enough energy, refilling my HP and opening up my mind even further.
I know I should not use the Lord's name in vain, but, when I felt a barrage of crispy crackling things all over my half-awake self, "Jesus Christ!" was the first thing I mouthed.
