it’s far from elegant, and bereft of food styling. but sights like these bring me home. that is my grandparents’ table, where we spent much of our growing up years (literally and figuratively) eating my lola’s food. and this is how it looks like on special occasions (’twas my uncles bday, and these are his photos).
my other home was the other dining table of my grandparents on my father’s side, literally three houses away, where i also spent my growing up years doing… what else, eating. he.he.) you can almost taste the bad, oily food ne? 🙂 too bad i had to go to work in manila today 😦