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Food plug

THIS is the best lettuce to be found in Baguio and La Trinidad, grown by the farmers' cooperative known as the La Trinidad Organic Practitioners, or LaTOP.

THIS is how to turn a perfectly healthy, organic bunch of pako or wild fern into junk food. Fry your luncheon meat to a crisp, then stir-fry the fern in the fat from the luncheon meat.

Luncheon meat available at your neighborhood sari-sari or "convenient" store. (The latter, spelled just like that, are sprouting all over the place.)

Red wave lettuce, romaine, arugula, talinum, spinach, pechay, wild fern, cucumbers, carrots, green beans, cherry tomatoes, lemons, lemon grass, basil, oregano, and lots of other scrumptious, healthy, farm-fresh, chemical-free, fiber-rich goodies available at the Organic (mini) Market on Wednesday and Saturday mornings, at the Cafe by the Ruins Gazeboo. LaTOP also has a stall in the La Trinidad public market. (Sige na nga, they also set up the mini-market in Mario's on Wednesday and Saturday mornings.)

P.S. The SUN is shining right now!!! Yipppeeeee!


The Nashman said…
anyamet, healthy na sana eh pero dinagdagan pa ng luncheon meat....
admindude said…
Sayang nga yung pako na fried in fat at ginawang junk food.

If LaTOP is looking for an outlet for their products, every week ay merong open street sale in some village in Makati. I can look for info if they're interested.
padma said…
Sorry to offend you guys but tamad cuisine was the order of the day ;o)

Come to think of it though, could've just as well had that pako raw!

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