I learned when I moved here to the United States in 2008 that this is what they called pancakes. Back in the Philippines, we called this “hotcake.” My grandma made the best hotcakes. There was no one else from our or village who make hotcakes or pancakes back then. Her hotcakes were famous in the whole village at that time. My grandma would make layers and layers of hotcakes. Then, she would spread margarine on top of each hotcake and sprinkle white sugar on top for finishing. It was fantastic! People often asked her if she will bake the following day again. Oh yes, she cooked every single day! My siblings and I, and our cousins were always on alert mode, waiting for our grandma to call our names. When she does, it means time to go out selling. We love everything that grandma cooked. For every five pesos total of food that we sold (each of us), we earned one peso in commission. Back then, when I was 8 to 12-year-old, having 5 pesos or 10 pesos in my pocket was a big deal. So many good memories with my grandma, I don’t even know where to begin when sharing you about it.
By the way, It was freezing early this morning. All I could think of is going back to sleep after dropping my boys to their school, but I got to do some errands today, and I needed a quick breakfast. Hmmmm….it was good! Have a beautiful and blessed Friday, everyone!
Lately, I’ve been craving Filipino Food (Filipino Cooking). I feel like I don’t have the appetite of eating Non-Filipino food. I’m sure there’s a lot of you out there who can relate to this. It’s not just the Filipinos but also other races. We always crave for our cultural food. Just to be honest, I crave for it every single day. I had some friends who asked me about how many times I eat rice on a daily basis? Ahhhhhhh, my answer would be “three times a day”. There are also days that I missed eating rice, but I feel incomplete. Look, food is part of our culture. Just like rice is part of my culture. As a Filipino, it’s hard to have a meal without rice. I’m just being honest.
It’s not like every day though that I cook Filipino food. My children are Filipino-American (Half Filipino-Half American or FIL-AM), and they are very picky. My youngest one is not as picky as my Eldest one. However, he likes to copy his big brother. I’m sure all moms know what I mean. They eat rice and sausages but not the egg. I love eggs!
We just don’t make eggs, sausages and rice for breakfast though. It really depends on the person. Growing up, living in the province with my family, we barely had sausages before. Eggs, rice and fish are the common basic breakfast. I miss those days! And yes, we Filipinos eat rice three times a day. We love rice!