Friday, September 12, 2008

Pinoy Food Culture

Sinulat sa Usa ka Banyaga nga Naka Puyo sa Nasud saPilipinas

By Matthew Sutherland

"A man seldom thinks with more earnestness of 
anything  than he does of his dinner." 
-- Samuel Johnson.

I HAVE NOW BEEN in this country for over six years, and consider myself in most respects well-assimilated. However, there is one key step on the road to full assimilation which I have yet to take, and that's to eat balut. The day any of you sees me eating balut, please call immigration and ask them to issue me a Filipino passport, because at that point there will be no turning back.

Balut, for those still blissfully ignorant non-Pinoys out there, is a fertilized duck egg. It is commonly sold with salt in a piece of newspaper, much like English fish and chips, by street vendors-usually after dark, presumably so you can't see how it is.It's meant to be an aphrodisiac, although I can't imagine anything more likely to dispel sexual desire than crunching on a partially-formed baby duck, swimming in noxious fluid. The embryo in the egg comes in varying stages of development, but basically it is not considered macho to eat one without fully discernable feathers, beak, and claws. Some say these crunchy bits are the best. Others prefer just to drink the so-called 'soup', the vile, pungent liquid that surrounds the aforementioned feathery fetus...excuse me, I have to go and throw up now. I'll be back in a minute.

Food dominates the life of the Filipino. People here just love to eat. They eat at least eight times a day. These eight official meals are called, in order: breakfast, snacks, lunch, merienda, pica-pica, pulutan, dinner, and no-one-saw-me-take-that-cookie-from-the-fridge-so-it-doesn't-count. The short gaps in between these mealtimes are spent eating Sky Flakes from the open packet that sits on every desktop. You're never far from food in the Philippines. If you doubt this, next time you're driving home from work, try this game. See how long you can drive without seeing food-and I don't mean a distant restaurant, or a picture of food. I mean a man on the sidewalk frying fishballs, or a man walking through the traffic selling nuts or candy. I bet it's less than one minute.

Here are some other things I've noticed about food in the Philippines. Firstly, a meal is not a meal without rice - even breakfast. In the UK, I could go a whole year without eating rice. Second, it's impossible to drink without eating. A bottle of San Miguel just isn't the same without gambas or beeftapa. Third, no one ventures more than two paces from their house without baon and a container of something cold to drink. You might as well ask a Filipino to leave home without his pants on. And lastly, where I come from, you eat with a knife and fork. Here, you eat with a spoon and fork. You try eating rice swimming in sauce with a knife.

One really nice thing about Filipino food culture is that people always ask you to share their food. In my office, if you catch anyone attacking their baon, they will always go: "Sir! Kain tayo!" ("Let's eat!"). This confused me, until I realized that they didn't actually expect me to sit down and start munching on their boneless bangus. In fact, the polite response is something like, "No thanks, I just ate." But the principle is sound-if you have food on your plate, you are expected to share it, however hungry you are, with those who may be even hungrier. I think that's great. In fact, this is frequently even taken one step further. Many Filipinos use "Have you eaten yet?" ("Kumain ka na?") as a general greeting, irrespective of time of day or location.Some foreigners think Filipino food is fairly dull compared to other Asian cuisine. Actually lots of it is very good: spicy dishes like Bicol Express (strange, a dish named after a train); anything cooked in coconut milk; anything kinilaw; and anything adobo. And it's hard to beat the sheer wanton, cholesterholic frenzy of a good old-fashioned lechon de leche feast. Dig a pit, light a fire, add 50 pounds of animal fat on a stick, and cook until crisp. Mmm, can actually feel your arteries constricting with each successive mouthful.

I also share one key Pinoy trait-a sweet tooth. I am thus the only foreigner I know who does not complain about sweet bread, sweet burgers, sweet spaghetti, sweet banana ketchup, and so on. I am a man who likes to put jam on his pizza. Try it! It's the weird food you want to avoid.

In addition to duck fetus in the half-shell, items to avoid in the Philippines include pig's blood soup (dinuguan); bull's testicle soup (the strangely-named "soup number five"-I dread to think what numbers one through four are); and the ubiquitous, stinky shrimp paste bagoong, and its equally stinky sister patis.

Filipinos are so addicted to these latter items that they will even risk arrest or deportation trying to smuggle them into countries like Australia and the USA, which wisely ban the importation of items you can smell from more than 100 paces. Then there's the small matter of the blue ice cream. I have never been able to get my brain around eating blue food; the ubiquitous ube leaves me cold.

And lastly on the subject of weird food, beware: that kalderetang kambing could well be kalderetang aso...

The Filipino, of course, has a well-developed sense of food humor. Here's a typical Pinoy food joke:

"I'm on a seafood diet."

"What's a seafood diet?"

"When I see food, I eat it!"

Filipinos also eat strange bits of animals--the feet, the head, the guts, etc., usually barbecued on a stick. These have been given witty names, like Adidas (chickens' feet); kurbata (either just chicken's neck, or "neck and thigh" as in "neck-tie") ; Walkman (pigs ears); PAL (chicken wings); helmet(chicken heads); IUD (chicken intestines), and Betamax (video-cassette-like blocks of animal blood). Yum, yum.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

ikaw ra gayud

inday ihalad ko kanimo kining akong pagbati
nga dili lawasnong kainam og kinatawong kainit.
kundili tiunay nga gugma alang kanimo.

akong kab-uton ang bulan og mga bitoon
og ihalad ko kanimo taliwala sa imong dughan.
ikaw ray akong panggaon hangtod
sa kataposang pitik ning akogn dughan.

kay susama ka sa usa ka bulak
susama ka sa sidlak sa adlaw nga dili matukib
daw sama sa usa ka balod nga ang paghampak sa aping
sa akong kasing-kasing
nga mao ray bugtong gihulat.

taliwala sa akong mga pag paningkamot
nga ikaw akong magasahan sa tanan.
ako mag pabilin ning maong paghandom
mga ikaw akong makauban hangtod sa katapusan.

alang sa akong pinangga 

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

pakapin sa BOBOT

Ang bobot.
Katong ako bata pa
Ang bobot naa na.
Gipalit sa akong Mama
Para Igasa
Sa iyang anak na Pirting dalu-a
Sa bobot nga hastang lamia

Oh! bobot nga gibalot, giubanan sa singsing
Gihatag sa akong higalang anak ni Susing
Ang bobot akong gikaon kauban sa iyang igsoon
Ug ang singsing akong gisuot sa iyang kamot, nga akong ginakomot

Akong gihungit sa iyang bag-ang
Nga pila ra ka ang-ang
Samtang gina usap, gatipaktipak sa iyang ba-ba
Kagumkom sa akong dila, nga hasta ka basa

Sa karong kami na mga hamtong
Bobot dili na ginakaon
Crying baby, Yuckee, American ug uban
Mao na ang ginailugan, sa mga batang palaban

Ug karong ako dako na
Ang Bobot akong nakit-an pa
Didto sa Tindahan, mga tira-tira ang kauban
Wa nako gipalampas, nga paliton, ang kending gikadak-an
Sa akong pagkuha akong nakita, ang presyo wa nagka baba
Ang sa unang tulo piso, karon isa piso
Ang sa unang lima kabuok
karon 3 nalang! ay kagilok

Oh Bobot…Bobot…Oh bobot…
Kasakit sa akong buot
Nga ikaw hikalimtan, kauban sa gugma kong kaguot
Unta ikaw pa makit-an, hangtod sa kahangturan
Kauban sa akong gibati sa higala kong dako ug mani.

Friday, July 25, 2008


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