Tripping on food is what I miss most with good friends back home. I love cooking and I love it more when they want for more. I find cooking therapeutic. I get to be calm and somehow I find peaceful moments when I cook.
This time, in a faraway land, where everything is new and local food seems hard to chew because I miss home, I let a new found friend, Jennisa cook for me and it was good. She has been saving her dried salted fish and a few cubed beef she smuggled from a nearby City for this occasion. It is not yet Christmas, but it somehow felt like it was.
I savored Filipino dishes like I have never tasted them before. Now it makes a lot of sense being away from home and learning to appreciate even the littlest of things, like eating dried salted fish with bare hands and a plateful of rice. Cebuano is not even my mother tongue but I speak it like a pro now and liking it.
It has been a good week talking in the vernacular. I have been teaching a local guy from my new friend's work how to talk in Cebuano, and finding him very interested in learning the language I find myself challenged in learning his native Oriya too.
We also went to the market place and she made me taste all the different street foods for a few rupees. I cannot even remember what they were called and although it was unhygienic, it was a good experience just the same.
Good food, good company, good way to start a whole new week of experiences, this time at work in Balangir.
All is well.
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