Trigger alert – some might find this food disturbing
I miss the manongs who walk through the night shouting with their smooth baritone voice.
I miss the cloth covered baskets where the nightly “easter eggs” are nestled.
I miss the challenge of guessing which side to break first (was it the round one? No it’s the pointed one. Or the round one?)
I miss the good old Balut.
Nomnomnom. I missed this! The key to eating balut is knowing the seller so we can be assured that the smallest chick (duckling?) is inside.