My mama started and ran a restaurant for more than a decade. Her restaurant was in a university, where the college kids called her “Mommy”, and students who were studying BS Hotel and Restaurant management interned in her kitchen. My siblings and I had many food-centric childhood memories. Many years after my mama’s passing, a lot of dishes are ruined for me forever — they could never be as good as my mom’s. Here are some of many:
… Crème Caramel. My mama’s leche flan was flooded in caramel sauce with suspended sugar bits. On Sundays, when seasonal duck eggs were available at the market, she made a gazillion trays, which my siblings and I devoured, oblivious to the cholesterol.
… Guinatan, Maja Blanca, Palitaw, Ube Halaya. My sisters and I have fond memories of cutting plantains, shredding jackfruit, or rolling riceballs, immediately after lunch, so my mom could prep our 3:30pm merienda.
… Crispy River Spinach. Deep-fried kang kong leaves with dipping mayo on the side. Thanks to this dish, the 10-year-old me really, REALLY wanted to eat her spinach. My recent attempts to recreate this ended up, less crispy, more trampled-on-soggy.
Now, my kids and I are making our own foodie memories. Of course, most of them involve delivery hotlines.
This is my input to 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History. Created by Amy Coffin, this was a series of weekly blogging prompts, which ran in 2009 and 2010. In 2011, GeneaBloggers is leading the fun. Genealogists are invited to record memories and insights about their own lives for future descendants.
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