The rainy season always brings back memories of my years growing up in my grandparents' house in Bignay St., Project 2, Quezon City.
Having been born in Davao and raised as a toddler in Iloilo, I never had a taste of typhoons until the time I moved in with my Lola Pacing and Lolo Greg when I was in grade one.
Lolo Greg and Lola Pacing
(photo courtesy of my cousin, Lora Capule)
Lolo Greg is a WWII veteran, who for a time was countryless and now lives in the very same country that once denied him citizenship. He has always been quiet, dignified and gentle. My first memory of him was when I was six, watching him cut the backyard grass with shears and a bolo. My Cousin Jenny and I would play and stop only to listen to him tell stories about the Bataan Death March. Afterwards, he would share with us a packet of Growers peanuts and Pop Cola. If we pestered him for more stories, he would get rid of us by bribing us with a shiny Twenty-Five centavo coin to buy Chocnut or chocolate eggs wrapped in foil. My cousin and I would refuse his bribe and demand for a Ten Centavo coin for each of us, which he would oblige us with. We thought were outsmarting him because two coins were always worth more than one.
Almost every weekend, he would take me and my cousins to Balara to swim. Lolo Greg could do ten laps in the pool without much effort and almost always ended his swim with two laps of his signature butterfly stroke. After his swim, he would then herd around 8 of us to ride the JD bus home. He is never one for corporal punishment. He never even needed to raise his voice. He could scare us out of misbehaving with simple stories. Whenever one of us grandkids would spill rice from our plates or have leftovers, he would calmly reminisce how he used to receive one belt whipping for every grain of rice that fell off his plate or did not finish. His veiled threat never got put into action as we would always finish up everything on the plate. Lolo Greg, my only surviving grandparent, was the cool persona that was opposite to Lola Pacing's fiery one.
Lola Pacing passed away several years ago. Her wake was a big to-do, after all she was the matriarch of a family with 13 children and more than 50 grandchildren. She was also popular in the community having served as a Baranggay Quirino 2-C councilor for many years. Each night at her wake was a fiesta. Mayors sat beside tricycle drivers. Artists mingled with bankers. People she had helped out once shared stories with relatives from Iloilo. The number of people who showed up at her wake was a testament to how truly beloved she was by those whose lives she touched.
She lived up to her name, Pacencia. Although she would call us out for misbehaving or getting the house dirty, she would rarely lose her temper. The only time she lost her patience with me was when I played in the rain even if I had a cold coming. After hours of racing paper boats in the street canals, I went to the backyard fishpond and caught fish which I "cooked" using the clothes iron. Lola Pacing was not very happy with my experimental cooking method. Drenched, shivering and high with fever, she gave me the only corporal punishment in my entire life-- an ass whacking with walis tingting (a broom made with the spine of coconut leaves).
Lola Pacing did make it up to me at dinnertime, making Laswa, a hearty Ilonggo soup made of vegetables. Since then, the soup has been one of my favorite rainy day comfort food. I recently served it to friends when we had a post-Ondoy powwow. It is also one of the few vegetable dishes that I can get A. to eat without any violent reactions.
Ang Laswa ni Lola Pacing using saluyot (jute) leaves
Laswa is similar to the Ilocano Dinengdeng but is more soupy and less salty. The simplicity of the flavor never fails to bring me back to the time when life was so uncomplicated.
Ang Laswa ni Lolo Greg using alugbati (Malabar spinach) leaves
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ANG LASWA NI LOLA PACING
Her ingredients are what one can usually find in the wet market. Because of the onion, this version has a homier taste to it.
Ingredients:
4 cups water
1 piece small onion, quartered
3 pieces medium-sized tomatoes, quartered
1/2 cup fresh shrimps, shelled and deveined (keep the head for the stock)
200 grams kilo squash (calabasa), cut into 2" squares
200 grams string beans (sitaw), cut into 2 1/2" lengths
200 grams okra, cut into 1" lengths
1 big piece eggplant (talong), cut into 1/2' inch thickness
2 cups saluyot (jute) leaves
salt to taste
Boil shrimp heads in water. When the shrimp heads turn pink, take them out of the water . using a strainer, squeeze excess juice from the heads with a spoon. Add tomatoes and onion in the boiling water. Once the water boils again, add in the vegetables, starting with the squash. Once the squash turns slightly tender, add in the string beans, okra and eggplant. When the vegetables are cooked, add in the jute leaves and salt to taste. Mix and remove from fire when the saluyot turns a shade darker.
Serve hot with crispy danggit (dried Rabbit fish) on the side.
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ANG LASWA NI LOLO GREG
He grew alugbati in the vegetable garden behind the house. The use of alugbati and winged beans make the dish more hard-core Ilonggo for me. I don't know why. it just does. I find his process simpler, too.
Ingredients:
4 cups water
3 pieces medium-sized tomatoes, quartered
500 grams dried shrimp (hibi)
200 grams kilo squash (calabasa), cut into 2" squares
200 grams winged beans (sigarilyas), cut into 1 1/2" lengths
200 grams okra, cut into 1" lengths
1 big piece eggplant (talong), cut into 1/2' inch thickness
2 cups alugbati (Malabar spinach) leaves
salt to taste
Boil tomatoes and dried shrimp in the water. Once the dried shrimp becomes tender, add in the vegetables, starting with the squash. Once the squash turns slightly tender, add in the winged beans, okra and eggplant. When the vegetables are cooked, add in the Malabar spinach leaves and salt to taste. Mix and remove from fire when the saluyot turns a shade darker.
Serve hot with crispy baby galunggong (Mackarel scad) or tawilis (fresh water sardinella) on top.
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This blog is dedicated to Lolo Greg and the love of his life,
Lola Pacing.
Thank you for taking care of me.