Cafe Lawis is easily becoming the favorite hangout of the Metro Tagbilaran culturati. Located in the Dauis church’s old stone Convento, the Cafe sits in between the church gallery/exhibition space and the Handumanan soveinir shop and extends to a wooden deck/verandah canopied by century-old acacia trees, with a stunning, stunning view of the Tagbilaran straight. And yes, the food is delectable as well.
They’re mainstays in the typical Filipino diet, along with rice, and are bound to be among the top three things most overseas Pinoys miss when they think of home. They come in many varieties and preparations and are savored in every household of our archipelago from Batanes to Sulu, Siargao to Palawan.
The Philippine countryside is crammed with coconut trees. Even our neighborhood, Katugasan, which is so named because tugas (molave) used to be thick in the area, is overrun with towering coconut trees. Of course, we don’t bewail this fact.
My lola has rain-sense.
Or weather sense, for that matter. Like every farmer who has acquired clairvoyance to everything related to the earth and their crops.
Fiesta last year, I was treated with some of the most delectable, calorific fiesta dishes ever – over the phone. For the first time, I wasn’t home during fiesta and I had to content myself with hearing our family’s fiesta menu that 1st of May while I was moping around an overcrowded waterfall resort in Laguna. My over-the-cellphone lunch: lechon baboy (ribs only please), dinuguan (sour and spicy, just the way I like it), inatayan, embutido, humba, carabeef steak (Filipino style), lumpia, meatballs and some other lip-greasing dishes. My sister, on the other line, was about to hang up after doing her deed when I opposed: hey, how about, dessert?