I know the blog is currently under hiatus, it still is. However, this I just have to share:
Another Saturday morning with nothing to do but loiter around.
It was early morning and the town is starting to bustle up. One can hear taho vendors shouting their wares, the sound of small horns of the pandesal bikers filling the air, and the sorbetes cart bell joining the ensemble. Little children run from their houses with small coins clutched tightly in their hands eager to get their little snacks of their choice.
Time passed idly and before I knew it, it was already afternoon. Now the small chimes of the binatog bikers, and the shouts of the popsicle boys, "Ice Cream Stick!", has replaced the early morning sounds of business. Wives' heads come popping out the windows shouting "Binatog!" to call the attention of the bikers to buy one or two bags of their corny snack. Men who have been labouring for hours under the sun called for the boys to quench their thirsts with cold popsicle sticks.
Now night time and I am very eager to end the day with restful sleep. Now the silent night air is stirred by the lone shouting of the balut vendor. "Balooot! Balooooot!" And its monotonic shouts has lulled me down to sleep.
Another weekend morning with nothing to do but lull the day away. Morning passed with the usual ensemble of business noises. The afternoon went by uneventful as well.
The sun is now preparing to set in the western horizon. Staring blankly at the window, I noticed a small cart pushing away slowly through the streets. The man pushing the cart paused at a spot and silently started cooking something in oil. Suddenly people one-by-one start coming out of their houses to go to the cart. One can see the cart's contents, which are by the way for sale. A medly of fishballs, chicken balls and kikiam are frying in the boiling oil. The eager would-be customers are starting to decide which one to get already a stick in hand ready to poke their yummy treats.
Business as usual, I thought. Buit then an observation has struck me. This is the one mobile Pinoy snack which needs no shouts or noise to call on customers. The lowly fishball is not so lowly after all.
Makes me ponder as to why the case is this.
Another Saturday morning with nothing to do but loiter around.
It was early morning and the town is starting to bustle up. One can hear taho vendors shouting their wares, the sound of small horns of the pandesal bikers filling the air, and the sorbetes cart bell joining the ensemble. Little children run from their houses with small coins clutched tightly in their hands eager to get their little snacks of their choice.
Time passed idly and before I knew it, it was already afternoon. Now the small chimes of the binatog bikers, and the shouts of the popsicle boys, "Ice Cream Stick!", has replaced the early morning sounds of business. Wives' heads come popping out the windows shouting "Binatog!" to call the attention of the bikers to buy one or two bags of their corny snack. Men who have been labouring for hours under the sun called for the boys to quench their thirsts with cold popsicle sticks.
Now night time and I am very eager to end the day with restful sleep. Now the silent night air is stirred by the lone shouting of the balut vendor. "Balooot! Balooooot!" And its monotonic shouts has lulled me down to sleep.
Another weekend morning with nothing to do but lull the day away. Morning passed with the usual ensemble of business noises. The afternoon went by uneventful as well.
The sun is now preparing to set in the western horizon. Staring blankly at the window, I noticed a small cart pushing away slowly through the streets. The man pushing the cart paused at a spot and silently started cooking something in oil. Suddenly people one-by-one start coming out of their houses to go to the cart. One can see the cart's contents, which are by the way for sale. A medly of fishballs, chicken balls and kikiam are frying in the boiling oil. The eager would-be customers are starting to decide which one to get already a stick in hand ready to poke their yummy treats.
Business as usual, I thought. Buit then an observation has struck me. This is the one mobile Pinoy snack which needs no shouts or noise to call on customers. The lowly fishball is not so lowly after all.
Makes me ponder as to why the case is this.
