Granted Roots - Cooking for a Village
Rain, rain, go away, come back again, another day. Mother nature has decided to give us some rain these next few days. Being warm and cozy indoors, I was compelled to write and let my mind flow of all these thoughts that have been flooding inside me.
My parents just recently came back from the Philippines, handling business and enjoying some well deserved vacation time. It’s saddens me that Philippines is so far away and makes travelling hard because the expense is always ridiculously high - recession is not helping. Thank goodness for picture taking from my last trip in January 2011.
Today on kainbigan fan page I posted a picture of my Uncle cooking a large amount of chicken adobo over a fire. https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150103816384328&set=a.262357174327.176166.219300829327&type=1&theater
Hardcore, yes! It’s their way of life, nothing out of the ordinary for them. But it was something different when I suggested and offered for ME to cook for them on my last day there. They were both shocked and excited, and while I prepped, cooked, everything as they chitter chattered the whole time. they watched every move I did, how I did it, and talked about it. They were so not ready for that… :)
Being that Lobo, Batangas is some what far from the “palengke” - market - I had to make use of the food that we had since it was my family’s last day in my Grandpa’s town.
BBQ! My eye’s grew and my mouth watered as I imagined hooking up the family with some pork ribs, shoulders, chops, and all. Pig is a staple meat there so I figured it would be perfect! Unfortunately, those cuts were not available but only pork belly. I wanted to cook more, so I rummaged through the cupboards, and was excited to have enough ingredients to make pancit - Filipino noodles!
I hollered for one of my Uncles to start the BBq, I decided to make a simple Sisig with the pork belly. (Sisig - chopped meat, marinated with vinegar/soy, seasoning, hot pepper, onions, and garlic - well complimented with SHOTS! i mean, alcohol drinks)
“Don’t take things for granted,” is what I got out of this the most… appreciation for little things… and love for the greater. Come along…
Cleaned, sliced, seasoned, and a little marinating while I wait for the grill to get hot enough…

My Uncle called for me, tells me that the grill is ready and that I should put the meet on it immediately before the coals diminish.

OH ya! Weber got nothing on this! Did I expect something more? I did, not going to lie, but hey, where there’s fire there will be some GOOD COOKING! I was determined to make it happen.

And so I did! While that was grilling I went ahead and prepped some simple veggies for my pancit (carrots, cabbage, beans, onions, garlic). Chopped some meat and more garlic and onions for taste. I love making pancit ~ beautiful colors from all the different ingredients and it feeds so many!


2 Range propane stove, hard knocks to come by, but trust it does the DAMN thang!
The whole time I was going back and forth to the kitchen to the outside fire, a few of my Aunts, cousins, and neighborhood ladies couldn’t help but gather together and watch. It was so cute, they stayed in a bunch and would follow to the house and look through the house window then back to the fire as I grilled more meat.


My grilling didn’t take much longer, that my Uncle was excited to throw on some fresh corn that he freshly picked as he was walking back home. Food is usually a good sign of appreciation or as a gift, so when my Uncle came with his corn, he said that it was all for me. I laughed and said I cannot eat all of that, and a sarcastic joke of my size followed. Oh Uncle, what a good guy.


While Uncle was grilling I enjoyed the abundance of banana trees, vegetation, mountains, and greenery that surrounded me. The smell of the fresh air, the cool breeze, and light tropical heat… I don’t want to leave… :(

Back inside, I finish making the pancit.


At this point everyone in the house is talking about all the wonderful smells in the house. Some even told other neighbors, which brought them to hangout in the front. I opened the door and told them there was enough for everyone!

Evening came and the festivities continued with more family and friends! The Sisig was enjoyed accompanied with some Tanduay (dark rum) and Ginebra (gin - close to moonshine - i say!).


Tons of laughs, more of us gathered and shared stories. We spoke of the next time we will all see each other and hoped it will not be longer than a few years like before. I take these memories in my pocket and always think of life out there. We have it too good here in America and it’s always taken for granted. I’ll leave it at that and say… appreciate the simple things. one love




























































Screams of WOOOOW…OOOOH! I couldnt help but cuss when it boomed - “OHHH SHIIIIIT!” it was really amazing, and at one point got scared and thought – is this legal? Cuz surly back in the the states we’ld be in jail for blowing these suckers up. Nonetheless the ol’ man enjoyed his big day. Happy birthday pops!
About 200 miles left to right and as long as the state of california …. my pops is from there and that was the destination plan for his big 60th birhtday. The main reasons for this family trip that was planned for about a good year or so. From puerto princessa airport to brooke’s point.
Travelled about 3 hours south. And boy was it a travel. Even though the travel was just south, we were headed to a remote area, where many things arent as accessible as they can be. The road was a roller coaster some areas good and others it felt like riding a bull over large stones – I kid you not. I just needed a cowboy hat, spurs and some rope to hang on. Rolling 3 vans deep we get our move on.
Due to some reasons, my family and I had to split into different vehicles, this included with other relatives that were invited to travel with us and not to mention the 5 Pnp(Philippine naitonal police – officers) that were hired for our safety. I kid you not, it felt like the movies. Where whereever you went they had to follow or escort us. Politics I tell ya.
But atleast we were all protected to say the least. It was serious and not so serious to me especially after they let me hold their gun while we all chilled drinking ginebra.
So when we arrived at my other grandfather’s place – another entourage awaited us with trays after trys of food just waiting to be eaten. I mean hot damnn!
They don’t play! After lunch they pulled out a surprise for my pops. A HUGE banner for his birthday - “parang mayor” (like running for mayor) he was so excited I saw it in his face.
Everyone was so excited and the celebration has not even started. The man deserves the best! 