Sep 2026
Culture
The King of the Feast: Why Cebu Lechon Ruins You for All Other Pork
I still remember my first bite. The skin cracked between my teeth with a sound that was almost musical—like breaking…
I still remember my first bite. The skin cracked between my teeth with a sound that was almost musical—like breaking…
There’s a certain magic to walking into an ukay-ukay. The smell of old clothes mixed with the faint scent of…
I cried over adobo once. Not because it was bad. Actually, it was perfect. The soy sauce and vinegar had…
“Tabangi ko, please.” That’s what I whispered to my mom last week when I couldn’t open a jar. She laughed.…
“Utang na loob.” Say it slowly. Oo-tang na lo-ob. If you’re Filipino, those three words probably hit you right in the…
Every third Sunday of January, Cebu shuts down and dances. This year, I danced too — just in my kitchen,…