Nothing says Pasko to me like piping hot bibingka and colorful puto bumbong. The delicious steam wafting from the makeshift pugon melds beautifully with the cold December breeze creating a symphony that spells Christmas in Pinas.
This scene brought me back to the holiday of things amidst the crazed busyness of the season. Between rushing office deadlines and buying last-minute gifts, the Grinch in me pokes its ugly head questioning the wisdom and necessity of running around trying desperately to have a merry, festive season.
Good thing good cheer is all around despite holiday traffic and incredible mall queues. And my go-to local delicacies never fail to satisfy.
So, the next time you see me turning green and growing facial hair, remind me to stop and smell the rice cakes.