It seems to me, that I live not
in South East Asia, but somewhere along a desert in the Middle East with this
unbearable heat. It feels like days since I’ve had a drop of water to quench my
parched throat, my legs seem to buckle and give way on the tiresome and endless
walk. Just when I thought that not a cactus was in sight to take shade in, lo
and behold, I saw an oasis.
I exaggerate, of course! What I
saw, was in fact a halo-halo store. It was your typical, run-of-the-mill
establishment where pay for your order upfront, wait it materialize right in
front of you, and dig in immediately, or have it taken to-go. What can I say, I’m
a simple girl with simple pleasures!
Halo-halo. You can find it at
almost every corner in your neighbourhood, not to mention also inside upscale
restaurants and malls. The only difference is the ingredients they put in but
regardless of this factor, you cannot justify that the higher the halo-halo
costs, the more superb it is. In fact, I was quite contented with my 25.00PHP halo-halo.
Milky sweet, it was overflowing
with finely shaved ice made via a no-hassle ice machine, and filled to the brim
with leche flan, ube halaya, grated melon, sweetened banana, langka and sweet
potato slices, and finally dotted with a heaping amount of sago’t gulaman. You
can eat it as is, but the trick to enjoying the best serving of halo-halo is to
mix everything thoroughly, until the milk transforms to purple from the ube halaya.
It’s a thirst quencher and dessert in one convenient glass. Constantly craved by many, no one is spared from the addictive spell this halo-halo can put you under. Once you have taken your first spoonful, or even your first slurp, you know you are irrevocably hooked. To tell the truth, it’s really not a bad thing, and I have never known a true blue Pinoy who dislikes halo-halo, it’s that good! See you on my next pig out session!
Your pig out buddy,
Madz
