The other night, the boys and I had dinner out. And since I was with three adolescent I'm-growing-every-minute-and-I'm-hungry-all-the-time persons, we basically just went through the menu at Manong's.
For appetizer, we had calamares, which quickly vanished from the table in the blink of an eye. We actually ordered a second plate halfway through the meal.
For our main course, we got crispy pata, sinigang na sugpo, sisig, ensaladang talong (which is actually my token order, which does not mean, of course, that I did not take part in the demolition of the pata). We also had a cup of rice each, with two extra cups, just in case. We actually ordered up a bit of a feast. Yum!
And here is my son F putting some calamansi on the crispy sisig. Wonder what my cholesterol count was that evening? Ahh, who's counting?!
Once all the orders were in, everybody just started chomping. When you live with boys, you learn to eat as fast as they do, or you'll never get a good piece of that crispy pata. Because, folks, here is what happened to that delicious spread after only about ten minutes or so . . .