I was feeling rather homesick and sluggish these days. And the fact that my friends have left the city for a quick holiday in the Philippines didn’t lighten up my mood either. So anyway, since I am feeling blah, I am diverting my attention to something else… food!
I made this yummy batchoy (pork noodle soup) from scratch and it tasted exactly (well, almost) the way I remember it. I’m so proud of myself (love your own, lol). I did say “almost” because missing were crushed chicharon, liver and hot sauce, said my younger bro.
Never mind the missing bits, because the moment I took a spoonful of the tasty soup, I was instantly transported back to our kitchen in Roxas City. I was 11 or 12 years old again with my father sharing a steaming bowl of batchoy he bought from Ted’s while my mother just sat at the opposite side of the table, watching and amused. Aahh, one of my favourite childhood memories, and the flavour of home that I carry in my heart and mind.
Now I am even feeling more homesick than when I started writing this pot.