August 30, 2017

Coming out of a 7-month travel post hiatus on this space is a story of a quiet weekend off spent with family on the mountains of Nasugbu, Batangas. My grandfather was spending his *bleep*th birthday, and within the limited amount of time he had in the country, he chose to celebrate getting another youthful year older away from society with cheesecakes, karaoke (a lot of it), and a good 'ol fashioned, classic Tagaytay bulalo. Not that I expected anything less, of course. I mean, this was the man that brought me up during the early years of my life in my father's stead - a.k.a. the one who taught me not to order anything familiar at a foreign restaurant and then laughed hard at me when I ate some mystery meat and cried upon discovering that it was fried gecko when I confidently thought I ordered fried chicken during one of my childhood's mountain trips.

My good step-grandfather has not changed much ever since. He is still the hilarious, charming old man that is as full of adventures as he does of motives - especially if the scheme involves food. One of the thousand things I cherish more about him, though, is his impeccable taste. Not only in design (you should see the house I spent my girlhood years in), but mostly in luxury, and yes - as much as I hate to admit it, in food.



Watch how it comes down in this Meekly episode:

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