The doorman led me to the elevator and swiped it open. Chris rushed over to join me just as the door swished shut. Then we were alone again.

“Why are you here?” I asked him.
“We’re in the hotel again,” he said simply.
I grabbed hold of him even before we reached my floor. We kissed like we couldn’t breathe otherwise all the way up and all along the dark gray hallway. We paused just long enough for me to fumble for my keycard and swipe into the room at the end of the hall.
In Carcar we parked in a little lot off the town square and entered the covered market. Suddenly we were surrounded on all sides by girls holding out strips of crispy pork skin with plastic-gloved hands, crying “Lechon na! Lechon na! Lechon na!” in chorus. The air seemed to contain more lard than oxygen. It was a sensory overload of baboy, a true porcophile heaven. The seller, who looked eerily porcine herself, chopped at the pig so fast her bolo was just a grayish blur.

In Carcar we parked in a little lot off the town square and entered the covered market. Suddenly we were surrounded on all sides by girls holding out strips of crispy pork skin with plastic-gloved hands, crying “Lechon na! Lechon na! Lechon na!” in chorus. The air seemed to contain more lard than oxygen. It was a sensory overload of baboy, a true porcophile heaven. The seller, who looked eerily porcine herself, chopped at the pig so fast her bolo was just a grayish blur.

 When I woke up again sometime in the wee hours all the beds were full and he was beside me. We put our arms around each other and stayed that way until sunrise. Beyond the balcony the sky and ocean were mottled pink.
“We finally woke up together,” I murmured against him. “On your last day here.” We kissed on the balcony and then went down to breakfast on the best mangoes yet and an entire tea-smoked duck.
Tita Ella called a few orders to the man at the front and within minutes tray after tray of warm, fresh cakes cut into quarters began to issue from the kitchen, followed by gold-rimmed cups filled with tsokolate so thick and rich it was almost black. Chris and I split a cake and sipped from opposite sides of the same gold-rimmed cup. The torta was shockingly delicious - its simple appearance didn’t prepare me for its subtle, sophisticated undertones of alcohol and spice. It paired perfectly with the rich hot chocolate.
Click here for the recipe!

Tita Ella called a few orders to the man at the front and within minutes tray after tray of warm, fresh cakes cut into quarters began to issue from the kitchen, followed by gold-rimmed cups filled with tsokolate so thick and rich it was almost black. Chris and I split a cake and sipped from opposite sides of the same gold-rimmed cup. The torta was shockingly delicious - its simple appearance didn’t prepare me for its subtle, sophisticated undertones of alcohol and spice. It paired perfectly with the rich hot chocolate.

Click here for the recipe!

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capizenocookbook:

La Paz batchoyBlanch 1 lb pork intestine, cut into 1-inch pieces, and set aside. Pat dry 1 lb of pork rib slices and brown in oil, remove. Brown 1 lb pork liver in oil and rendered fat, remove. Stir-fry 1/2 a large onion, grated, in the oil and rendered fat. When translucent, add 3 crushed garlic cloves and 1 tsp bagoong. When aromatic, add 2 quarts water and bring to a boil. Add 1 tsp salt and 2 tsp sugar and stir to dissolve. Replace the pork and reduce heat to a simmer. Cover and cook 45 minutes or until pork is cooked and tender, then place liver and intestine in pot and cover until liver is cooked. Remove liver and cut into slices. Taste broth, correct seasonings. Meanwhile, cook 1 lb miki noodles (sub. ramen noodles) and toast 1/4 cup minced garlic. Place cooked noodles in bowls, pour over broth, and add the sliced meats. Garnish with toasted garlic, sliced green onions, and crushed chicharron. 
5/11
"Goodbye," I said.

"Goodbye." He closed the door, and then as if he couldn’t stop himself he kissed my lips through the open window. The driver started the truck and it began to move, grumblingly. Christian stood at the end of the driveway and held out his arm without waving it. With my overstuffed backpack on my lap I couldn’t stick out my head to look at him so I held my arm out the window until we were too far for him to see it. The rest of the way I looked out the window and watched the sun rise over Capiz for the last time. [Read More]

capizenocookbook:

La Paz batchoy
Blanch 1 lb pork intestine, cut into 1-inch pieces, and set aside. Pat dry 1 lb of pork rib slices and brown in oil, remove. Brown 1 lb pork liver in oil and rendered fat, remove. Stir-fry 1/2 a large onion, grated, in the oil and rendered fat. When translucent, add 3 crushed garlic cloves and 1 tsp bagoong. When aromatic, add 2 quarts water and bring to a boil. Add 1 tsp salt and 2 tsp sugar and stir to dissolve. Replace the pork and reduce heat to a simmer. Cover and cook 45 minutes or until pork is cooked and tender, then place liver and intestine in pot and cover until liver is cooked. Remove liver and cut into slices. Taste broth, correct seasonings. 
Meanwhile, cook 1 lb miki noodles (sub. ramen noodles) and toast 1/4 cup minced garlic. Place cooked noodles in bowls, pour over broth, and add the sliced meats. Garnish with toasted garlic, sliced green onions, and crushed chicharron. 

5/11

"Goodbye," I said.
"Goodbye." He closed the door, and then as if he couldn’t stop himself he kissed my lips through the open window. The driver started the truck and it began to move, grumblingly. Christian stood at the end of the driveway and held out his arm without waving it. With my overstuffed backpack on my lap I couldn’t stick out my head to look at him so I held my arm out the window until we were too far for him to see it. The rest of the way I looked out the window and watched the sun rise over Capiz for the last time. [Read More]
When I was a child there were a few scenes that appeared in my dreams again and again. One of them was a turquoise pool fed by a wedding-veil waterfall, closed all around by rock walls. Once I dreamed I lived there with a family of mermaids; another time a lover took me there and kissed me on the banks. Tumalog Falls was that scene made real. The rock walls were hung all over with moss and vines in looping Art Nouveau shapes. Palm trees curved over the pool and met in the middle like the arching roof of a Gothic cathedral. For the dozenth time that day I felt the urge to pinch myself.
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When I was a child there were a few scenes that appeared in my dreams again and again. One of them was a turquoise pool fed by a wedding-veil waterfall, closed all around by rock walls. Once I dreamed I lived there with a family of mermaids; another time a lover took me there and kissed me on the banks. Tumalog Falls was that scene made real. The rock walls were hung all over with moss and vines in looping Art Nouveau shapes. Palm trees curved over the pool and met in the middle like the arching roof of a Gothic cathedral. For the dozenth time that day I felt the urge to pinch myself.

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