Lugaw is perhaps the most popular Filipino comfort food, and Marilou's delectable goto and A&M's tangy arroz caldo from Baloc are it's ultimate representations.
Lechon too, of the suidae and bovidae families, for St. Ambrose's Christmas feast that was celebrated in Baloc through a pinky swear with the gentlemen of Pantabangan.
Like the signed-off way to power and invoice for November.
Or acing the Jakarta bookings and COP 29 reporting back.
But the Aussies want an audit and D is likely to extend me.
That's why S appears confused as the quill was being filled with ink.
And the due dates, these were mostly met and tucked into a purple hot pants as whiffs of sardinas na bangus, lumpiang shanghai, and leftover kaldereta and dinakdakan.
They were non-lugaws, like Emong's pandesal or Lucky's egg caldo or an overload at 24/7 before a partnership conversation and a Saturday morning meeting with the guardians of the rainforest.
Or a coffee bar where the parseltongues are barred from mixing beer with wine and whiskey because only those who are loyal are allowed to share their stories around the Chirstmas buffet table in Baloc on the eve of PR 535's flight to Jakarta...
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