I grew up in Silay surrounded by food, from simple fares to not so very simple ones. Every Sunday, our breakfast in my paternal grandparents' house would consist of tsokolate (made from cacao tablea and fresh carabao's milk), fried rice, scrambled eggs, vienna sausage, homemade chorizo recado and bas-oy ( an Ilonggo soup made of minced beef, tomatoes, onions...etc). Meanwhile, next door was my grand-aunt's home where there was always some kind of food cooking in her kitchen, from pinangat, lumpia sariwa, homemade ice cream made of coconut, vanilla or cheese, but best of all was the Dulce Gatas (literally means milk candy). This Silay specialty was something "to die for" so to speak.
...remembering and honoring the past, present and future of my beloved Silay, once called "Paris of Negros"
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Ann Legaspi-Co, In Her Mother's Footsteps
When I was a little girl, there was only one person from whom we would order our birthday cakes - Tita Maguit Jalandoni-Legaspi. She made the best mocha and chiffon cakes I have ever tasted and of course, her unrivaled Mocha Sans Rival par excellence. From the time Tita Maguit passed on, the cake making business
in Silay was reduced to commercial ones and there was no one who made
cakes that tasted as good. Our birthday cakes were never the same
again.
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