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The Coleman box had juice and sandwiches. We had a thermos of water. A video camera and a digital camera, and a bag with extra clothes, towels, chips and a fan.
Were we going on a picnic? No! There was a big event in my son’s school that day.
Months ago, the news on tv said that the price of bread would soon increase. I protested in my living room, I thought the news should have said “The price of bread HAS ALREADY increased” because I bought a loaf at a higher price just days ago.
So when a show this morning greeted me with the news that the prices of pork and fish will soon increase, I believe that the prices have already changed. Beef and chicken must have been affected too. I think that’s the way it usually is.
I feel so relieved I bought kilos of meat last week. I was in the grocery when I noticed that there was a dip in the price of meat products. Beef was sold P40 lower than the month before, pork was cheaper by P60. The meat was being sold in a supermarket which has never given me cause to worry about the quality of its food, so I just knew it was a good buy.
The plastic containers have egg salad sandwiches and hotdogs. Those tumblers carry orange juice, and not in the photo is a flask of coffee.
That bag was not for a day in the park. Hubby and I were going to a government office to process some papers.
No doubt, it’s calamansi season. It’s pretty easy to know - the outskirts of a market are dotted with bags of calamansi for sale. And a kilo costs PHP 10, or roughly US$0.22. Continue reading ‘Calamansi Season’ »
It was my father who taught me to stick the small, leftover bath soap with the new bar of soap.
When I was little, I guess there was one in the family who opposed to doing this (it certainly was not me!) because he would say over and over again, “What’s the difference between the small soap and the big soap?”
This is one of my quirks which must have made my husband go bonkers when we were newlyweds (Hmm.. maybe my dad was arguing back then with my mom). I would stick the old soap with the new soap before he took his bath, and as soon as he was finished, I would find the two separated.
I would exclaim, “What’s the difference between the small soap and the big soap?”
No answer of his would be good enough to satisfy me.
