Meat is something to be grateful for*

There are few things that can bring the same satisfaction as this:

Being surrounded by trees and family and friends.
Working together in an outdoor kitchen area to butcher and cook a pig with Skatoy and a bunch of ponyboys.

Making blood sausages with Manong Mattias.

Eating tinuno, pinuneg, dinakdakan, and boiled pork with salt and sili.
Pouring and drinking gin which No. 1 Biker Boy spiced with cinnamon bark bought in the hangar market.
Watching the Artist-in-Residence be the manang and guide the wild kids into the woods and out again.

This is one of those things that affirms why I live and love in Baguio. Few things make me feel this alive.

*I'm so grateful I don't care that I ended the title with a preposition and that most of this post is made up of incomplete sentences.

Comments

resty said…

Naimas, padma, pinag laway nak.

16 July 2008 at 18:06

padma said…

Trulily, Manong Resty! This is the stuff of life talaga hahaha!

17 July 2008 at 18:29

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