My Lola Paying always served good food. It’s a good thing we used to eat at her house only once a week, otherwise I’d be a blimp.
At Lola’s house I ate crabs which I cracked with my bare teeth (I know right) and developed a taste for bone marrow.
They didn’t call it “bulalo” in my lola’s house; they called it “utak”, which means “brain.” (I know, gross.)
But Lola’s bone marrow was served in a beef sinigang soup which is to die for!!
When my Lola was too old to host lunches, I was glad my mom picked up the recipe, which she continues to serve for Sunday lunch.
Lola’s cooking was so good, she told me National Artist Fernando Amorsolo would eat at her house and give her paintings in exchange.
Lolita at Tremont, Ohio
Wayfare Tavern Bone Marrow with grilled sourdough, roasted brussels sprouts, sea salt, smoked olive oil
They used to serve this at Bon Apetit, Rustan’s. Sadly, no more
OK, it’s past midnight and I have to stop looking at food pics as my next meal will be 12 hours from now.
I just tortured myself.