Food

I'm hungry. Though, it's not just any normal hunger I have.

I'm hungry for some filipino food, my mom and dad's home cooking.

Growing up, hamburgers were only eaten if it came from a fast food restaurant. We did however have hot dogs, but guess what? We ate it with rice. Come to think of it, we ate everything with rice. [Rice is a staple for me, I even have my own rice cooker for my apartment]

My dad was a chef by trade. After retiring from the Navy he worked in a couple high profile restaurants, then went back to work for the gov't. Anyway, every dinner, we always had some elaborate type of filipino dish, and whether we liked it or not, we HAD to eat it. Everything that was on our plate. As kids, we ate everything from various types of broiled fish, octopus, squid, crab, you name it.

A couple weeks ago, while at the beach, my friends and I had a picnic. What'd I bring? A bagel, soda, and some chips. Back in the day with my family, my dad would bust out his mini gas stove, his famous marinated bbq, and three other asian dishes, and don't forget the rice. My parents didn't keep them in tupperware either, they brought the friggen pots and pans to the beach, too. No lie. I remember looking over to the other picnics and seeing sandwiches passed around, and I remember how bad I wanted one of those sandwiches. But now? No. I will take my mom's pansit [noodle] dish, any day. Especially right about now.

My stomach is grumbling.