Lunch at the Limlingans’
On 17 March 2007, on a bright Saturday, Orett and I got on a bus to Dau where we got on a jeep to San Fernando, Pampanga. We were going to have a full day of pasyal!
Corrine and Dennis, the hubby, picked us up at SM Pampanga. It was just a short ride to the house of Dennis’ family in Mexico, but it was a very detailed tour, indeed. We couldn’t complain as we learned where the public school was, along with the local furniture shops, the printing press. (And we didn’t even need a passport!) We even heard the life story of the farmer who received P78M for his land where SM Pampanga now stands. Dennis can be a very entertaining tour guide.
When we got to the house, lunch was immediately served. We had “a little of everything,” as Dennis’ dad put it. There was kare-kare, steamed tilapia, crispy chicharon (homemade, no less!), green indian mangoes with matching alamang, and of course, atsara!
Dennis showed off his garden to me. Corrine and Orett opted to stay inside the house as the sun was relentless in his noontime glory. In the corner of the front yard, I saw a small potted plant. It was so cute, I just had to take a picture of it. Being totally ignorant of gardening and plants, I have no idea what this plant is. Perhaps you can recognize it.
We stayed a while at the verandah, enjoying the cool shade. It was amazingly dry weather. Hot, but I wasn’t sweating. I found this better than humid. In fact, I didn’t mind the fact that we rode in an owner-type jeep all the time we were with Corrine and Dennis. I had no allergy problems, no asthma attacks. Cool!
We went back to SM for some groceries. Bread, of course! We walked around, looking into the shops. Our Tribe had some very good leather sandals, perfect for summer, but not for my budget. The leather bags were gorgeous! Again, not for my wallet. When we got tired, we went back to Mangan, a Capampangan resto specializing in local cuisine and snacks. Corrine and Orett had puto bumbong while I had bibingka with kesong puti. They weren’t that remarkable. I doubt if we’ll be going back there anytime soon.
Mapikon, talo!
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