Our Easter lunch was made up of, among other things, green mango salad, grilled fishes (my favorites and the three fishes Ches does not eat: tilapia, dalag, and hito), liempo, ginataang seafoods, pinakbet, pancit, watermelon. (I see you salivating, Ate.) Yummy. I love these native feasts at my in-laws'. I like them a lot more than the lechon and other meat dishes we usually have at Christmas. Ches always says part of the reason my in-laws adore me is that I eat a lot of whatever they feed me. Hahaha.
We were planning to visit the monastery in the nearby town, famous because it houses a relic of the cross where Christ was crucified. (It was actually the front page picture in the Inquirer this Easter.) We've been wanting to go for some time, since we're always in Tarlac, anyway, and we thought holy week was the perfect time to finally do it. But then Mommy said it's positively overcrowded during holy week, more so at Easter where people go in droves to hear Mass, so if we wanted to go we had to leave at 6AM to even get a decent parking slot. Ches and I took one look at each other and decided: it's a no go. Hahaha.
The monastery gives us just one more reason to go back to Tarlac this summer.
|No Tarlac visit is ever complete without communing with the pigs.|
|Boots likes to talk to the piggies and claims he understands pig language.|
|We call Jana Little Miss United Nations: |
she is Irish by birth, Filipino by blood,
and British by acquired citizenship.
We love her, but all get nosebleeds talking to her.
|Kobe is my favorite among my nephews-in-law. |
I was his ninang before Ches and I even got married.
He was only as big as Boots when they moved to Ireland,
and now he's almost as tall as me.
I need to load up on Star margarine.