Coco Quizon goes on a crazy Asian food trip around Manila (which her stomach thankfully survives)
Foodie adventures in the land of imported treats or the foreign food aisle of your local supermarket
Snack-wise, being born Filipino isn’t necessarily drawing the short stick. We’ve all been blessed with a bounty of salty and sugary foodstuff that requires a conscious effort to not subsist on. Where would we be without the deliciousness of the Flat Top and its less rebonded counterpart Curly? Or the back-of-the-tongue salty goodness of Crackling? And the greatness of the mini-laundry bar-shaped Reese’s Peanut Butter cup of Pinas, Chocnut?
The list goes on, yet as it does, it gets a little more played out. No disrespect to the Manila snack game, but sometimes the pool becomes so small and so decidedly western that a question must be asked: is this all there is? Or, even better and with more self-accountability, why am I settling for all these imitation white people snacks when there is a world of delicious opportunities? The trip to the supermarket is an enlarged version of our small trips to the pantry-slash-fridge. We open the door, see all the old things, close the door, then with a feeling of slight defeat, we reopen the fridge door and get “whatever.” Is just getting “whatever” good enough for our wanderlust-y millennial minds? Probably, but then life’s too short not to snack your way through it, so I, along with the support of
Scout, decided to do just that.