purple reign, purple reign

i’m blaming you for the extra 30 minutes i’m going to have to spend on the elliptical machine for the next week or two β€” after your post on the purple yam jam i found myself craving anything with ube. so when i was in new jersey over the weekend, i dropped by red ribbon bakeshop and got an ube macapuno roll to bring back home πŸ˜› i can never say no to ube β€” ice cream, jaleya (jam), kalame (jam with glutinous rice), boiled and sliced ube with sugar and grated coconut on top. i used to drive 35 minutes to the closest filipino store in dutchess county for a half-gallon of magnolia ube ice cream.

on a side note: did you know i used to walk up and down the barrio selling ube snacks as a kid? well, not just ube snacks … during summer, my apu used to make all kinds of afternoon snacks β€” kamote cue, banana cue, kinulting mais (boiled corn with slightly salted, grated coconut on top), etc. β€” and she sent me out to hawk them. i’d yell “maaaaaaanyali na kong kamute! (come and buy kamote)” over and over again from our house up to the bridge where you get the jeepney to guagua, then back again. i think i was paid 2 pesos for my troubles πŸ˜›
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  1. Betis Boy says:

    ha.ha.ha. πŸ™‚ you never told me you were a kakanin tindera πŸ™‚ reminds me of my favorite portion in eat bulaga but i'll post about that later. did you carry the stuff in a basket or in a bilao atop your head? i can imagine you. ha.ha. but more importantly, did you make good sales?

    eherm. eherm. i think i did tell you that i used to sell ice candy in the kanto in san nicolas near the betis elementary school right? i think these were the two summers following grades 1 and 2. my mom would make buko ice candy, and then she'll load them in an ice box and then send me off to the kanto in a jeepney. but i didn't need to walk around selling my ware (ha.ha. that didn't sound right). i'll just sit in the kanto near dolor's store (may she rest in peace) and everybody would go coming. i think it was 25 cents per piece. i don't think i remember getting any money from it though. my mom said they were for the school supplies pool for the beginning of the school year. and since i was a good boy (and a nerd), that was more than enough incentive. πŸ™‚

    and that ube roll looked blue instead of purple. tell red ribbon to lay off the dye. πŸ™‚ ha. there's a really good one from ala creme bakeshop here — ube macapuno cake. i'll do a post on it one of these days.

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  2. Guagua Girl says:

    my apu, who can balance anything on her head so well that she should have joined the circus, tried to teach me the bilao on the head trick. but after a near-“accident,” we decided i should just carry the bilao or the basket πŸ˜› and yeah, i think i made good sales. folks always like to eat and my apu was a very good cook πŸ˜‰

    and yes, i know about your ice candy-selling past. that's very enterprising of your mom πŸ˜€

    as for the ube, i think it's the cell phone camera that's making it look blue 😦

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  3. Guagua Girl says:

    btw, did you get the headline pun? πŸ˜€

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  4. Betis Boy says:

    on the last comment, to paraphrase your answer to your mom if you got the “damaso” reference, “duh, GG!” πŸ˜›

    of course, i got it πŸ˜€ actually, i wanted to point out the grammatical error (subject-verb agreement), but decided i should leave it to artistic license πŸ™‚

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  5. Betis Boy says:

    oh, sorry. you used purple as an adjective and not as i noun as i thought. my bad. πŸ˜€

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  6. Guagua Girl says:

    hmmm, now i'm wondering if you really got the reference …

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