LP as we fondly call Tita Socky's "country" abode is short for Las Pinas. It's a moniker that my dad had coined for the place when we were children. Perhaps to give it a hip and groovy name. LP has hosted probably hundreds of wonderful family lunches throughout the 30 or so years since it was built. My lola often would ask everyone every Sunday to come over for lunch. She would always say, "Konti lang handa ko ha". That means she only prepared a minimum four-course meal. Usually three kinds of "ulam" (viand) and soup. My lola was the cook of all cooks, she can outcook, outwit and outlast any cook during her hay day (well, at least she can mando the maids to do the chopping). My lola can also tell exactly what's in a dish by means of smell or taste. It's like her tongue and nostrils were equipped with CSI-type ingredient identifier or something.
LP again yesterday, hosted one of the family's infamous lunches. My mom obviously inherited the throne for making the best "ulam". She made caldereta, sinigang na maya-maya sa miso (stewed fish in tamarind and miso broth with mustard greens). We also served Batac longganisa from our Ilocos trip paired with salted red egg and tomatoes. I brought Brazo de Mercedes (a meringue-type cake roll with a sweet egg yolk center) for dessert. Tita Socky brought Crispy Pata (fried pork hocks). Needless to say, everyone had their tummies full. Sorry no food pictures. We attacked the food as soon as it was announced lunch was ready.
After the feeding frenzy, we did manage to take some pictures.
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Ah, yes... LP, LP!
I remember being victimized by Lola the first time with her "Konti lang ang ulam" spiel. Needless to say, I was shocked when lunch was served. Luckily I did not have breakfast that day.
Whenever you're in LP, the word "diet" holds no sway; "fat" and "cholesterol" are meaningless jargons; and "Kain ka pa" are standard expressions.
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