The Solstice

The winter solstice, that one time in the year when night is longest. When your blanket becomes a cloak of sadness and your bed does not give you much refuge from the cold. It’s when that coffee invitation seems so much more tempting and that cookie seems so much more inviting. It’s when sensibilities are tested to their limits and self control gets to flex its muscle. It’s the night when great mistakes are made.

But not all appetites need to be appeased. That Apple Crumble might stare me down but I will not budge, I prefer the Key Lime Pie. The streets of Lima might be peppered with stores selling the best Peruvian leather, but I will not cheat on you Charles and Keith. My intention to eat nothing but quinoa might have failed but I will keep avoiding all these carb-rich plates.

I have sampled the best restaurants here but I long for Daing na Bangus dipped in spicy vinegar, I cannot wait to drown myself in the warmth of Sinigang, I crave the thickness of Dinuguan and the crunch of Crispy Pata. What I would give to bite into a spoon of danggit with tomatoes.

Peruvian chicken is not bad but I still want to dig in to a warm plastic bag of Andok’s and search for the wings. I have been having chaufa almost daily but nothing will beat sinangag with garlic. There’s saltado but thoughts of my sister’s kaldereta still make my mouth water. Lumpiang shanghai, lechon kawali, sisig…

Oh Mang Tomas, take me back in your arms!