It’s almost Halloween and the candies will have to either leave or enter the house. My stash will have to leave as, ALAS, I am too old to go knocking on your doors. I will still wear my cop costume though, in hopes to reprieve my lost youth.
Yes, we do not have Halloween in the Philippines. We had All Saint’s Day on the 1st of November and All Soul’s Day on the 2nd. No one bought costumes or candy, and trick or treat was not the “in” thing to do for kids.
The day before, all of the food would be pre-cooked and readied for the feasting on the 1st. My mom and dad wake up early each year and cook whatever needs to be, packed, and dragged our asses out of bed for a whole day affair at the cemetery. We unfold portable beds, lay out tables, put on top “tupperwares” of food. Pakbet (a local vegetable dish with a Bagoong base), chicken pastel, pork adobo, fried or grilled fish, and plenty of steamed white rice. Now the desserts come, turon, suman, bibingka, sapin-sapin, and fruit salad (fruit cocktail with cream-based sauce).
It takes weeks of preparation for one day of vigil. After the rosary and the novena, after the long talks with relatives, after the belly filled with food, we pack up again, go home and await 364 more days ’til our next trip back.
These are home-cooking dishes and events I truly miss. Although, LA has been bombarded with Filipino cooks and eateries, there is still that little bit of taste of home that makes the difference. Who cares if it happens to be my mom or dad’s sweat, it makes the food theirs and theirs alone. Ugh, home. I mean, they do serve a mean sisig here but it’s not the same. It’s just all a trick to me, really.