Three weeks ago I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. When I looked at my face in the mirror, I saw an old woman looking like tinola. When I went down to eat breakfast, tinola! Always tinola. That was the end of my pasensya. I banned Antonia from cooking tinola.
A—–“Antonia, simula ngayon ayaw na namin ng tinola, sawang-sawa na kami, three times a week ka nagluluto ng tinola, mukha na kaming tinola. Kung gusto mong magluto ng tinola, para sa inyo na lang”.
She looked so sad. Cooking tinola probably gave her extreme satisfaction.
From then on, we haven’t seen tinola on our dining table. It was replaced by sinigang na baboy, three times a week and nilagang pata ng baboy, three times a week and two times a week sopas, three times a week sotanghon soup.
The other days, miswa. Susunod nito mukhang miswa na ako.
