If eating dishes from heirloom recipes handed down from generations and then meticulously prepared sans the shortcuts and cutting corners is your thing, then The New Town Kitchen in Carigara, Leyte will certainly float your boat.
As far as I can remember, as a child any trip to Tacloban would only mean one thing – PASTILLAS! This pastillas isn’t your run-off-the-mill kind. Unlike most pastillas, this pastillas is made of carabao’s milk instead of cow’s milk and requires intensive cooking and much attention which pales in comparison to the no-cook pastillas de leche.
Eversince Typhoon Yolanda ravaged and destroyed our beach house in Cambalading, Albuera, Leyte and was restored to it’a former glory almost a year after, I always spend my Sundays there. We would come late in the afternoon, go to the mercado at Albuera town proper. Albuera is quite a sleepy coastal town mostly comprised of fishing villages like Brgy. Balugo.
Since I was a kid this kind of fish is often found in our dining table especially during Sundays in the form of inun-unan or paksiw – I guess that is the only way to cook this kind of fish. It was only in recent years that I actually appreciated, enjoyed and learned more about this kind of fish which is known in the dialect as hinok or baby ulisi (another favorite fish that I want to eat grilled.)
Joel came by house so early in the morning since it’s the 1st Tuesday of the month hence we will have our regular.barangay session in the afternoon. Light-sleeper that I am I suddenly noticed his presence in my room – and as usual we had a little chit-chat until we realized we’re famished and like a small secret that we keep, we automatically knew were to eat.
Ormoc’s traffic is starting to gain notoriety; everyday it just.keeps on getting more congested. I do not believe in the notion that traffic is sign of a good economy. I hope the local govt. will address this situation before it goes out of control. Yesterday, I was stuck at the bridge along Osmeña St. f
or almost 30 minutes – that’s like forever for us Ormocanons. From my vantage point I can see that the traffic from the two other bridges (Alegria and Cogon) are at a standstill for minutes on end. I could blame the inummerable tricycle and single motorcycles who are mostly in a hurry and so forget or refuse to follow and abide traffic rules and basic road courtesy.
I was cleaning my email inbox checking old emails from as far back as 2008. I chanced upon an email back in 2011 in an attempt to gain access to this blog…I guess it was unsuccesful back in 2011. A few clicks here and there and a new password and voila! I’m back! So expect some more food adventures, and anything and everything about this quaint little city that I just love – 3 years after my last entry.