Wen Manang! Wen Manong!

I just got back from Isabela. The travel took us 12 hours.

 We went there last December 26 and Isabela, or I daresay the whole Region 2’s weather is not that cold anymore. Back then, the place was soooooooo co-o-o-ld during the morning and scorching hot in the middle of the day. You can see vapors escaping your mouth everytime you talk. But now, the weather is not that extreme anymore.

 Nevertheless…

..sure the weather changed but the people in the town where i was born has not changed a little bit. my grandmother, and all her neighbors still boast there own recipes of Macaroni salad… which really sucks.

They also cooked aso, DOG, which they did there very best to convince me to eat it. they were like telling me that the food was pork. but I still have some clever ruse in knowing if it was a dog. i asked my grandma to eat it. Just like us (me and my sister) my grandma doesn’t eat aso (dog), Kalding (Ilocano for goat), Karnero (Lamb) and gan-so (geese)… too bad she eats dinuguan (a pork cooked in blood gravy).

I’ll give you more details the following days about my family… and hopefully teach you some Ilocano words. “Wen Manang Wen Manong!!”