91. Throughout this blog is an insatiable desire to talk about things that brings us together. Love, memories, family and food. Today I choose to talk about food namely- batchoy. It's basically a local noodle soup with egg, garlic, onions and an assortment of meat. I can't even count how many times we had the stuff. And you'd always remark how 'sunog-baga' I was because I always put so much black pepper on my soup and noodles because I liked the dish very spicy. You once tasted mine and regretted it because it made your mouth and throat feel as if it was on fire. Once we did something out of pure impulsiveness. Tired of the usual dates that we had, we decided one day to take a bus to go to a place called E.B. Magalona, where I once had my duty, to eat some batchoy at this small shop near the health center. Imagine that, a one-hour bus ride just for the sake of food. I sometimes shake my head at the impractical things we've done together over the years, but nevertheless they still bring a smile to my face. They were fun and the food, besides, was delicious, and company, made it complete.
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