Monday, November 21, 2011

Robinson's Tamales


I am told this is a fine example of Southern Tagalog tamales. Tamales is a Filipino indigenization of the portable, wrapped food that originated in Mesoamerica (Aztec/Mayan/Incan civilizations) called tamal or tamale (plural tamales), which found its way to the country via the Spanish conquistadores.

I thought tamales was a regional delicacy in Pampanga, but Kapampangans affirmed there was a Southern Tagalog (ST) version. And I was surprised to find out that a good one is made right where I currently live.


I found out about Robinson's tamales because a foodie-friend received a few pieces as a gift, and she promptly broadcasted to all her friends how good it was.

Robinson's tamales is made and sold at Elena's Food House, a small hometown restaurant with just a few tables. That Elena's is adjacent to the local Jollibee is testament to its good food - I haven't eaten anything there yet except for the tamales, but I'm hoping I'll get the chance soon.*


One distinct feature of Robinson's tamales is the wrapping - it is several layers so that it comes out thick and bulky, compared to the Kapampangan one which is flat. I can't say for certain, though, if this is a general feature of ST tamales because this is my first one. For all I know, it may just be styling by the makers.

But more distinguishing features become evident as the tamales is unwrapped. The first thing I think of is the absence of turmeric. As a child not used to luyang dilaw, I used to dislike the flavor, and it was one distinguishing taste I remembered from the Kapampangan tamales.

I first thought the reddish-orange layer at the bottom of the Kabitenyo tamales was dinilawan, but no, not a hint of the spice can be detected as I ate the tamales. People at Elena's confirmed that, yes, dilaw does not figure in Robinson's version.

The people at Elena's also told me one major distinguishing factor - gata was not used. I was a bit surprised, since most kakanin wrapped in banana leaves that I knew were stewed in coconut cream before they are steamed.

Then there is that reddish-orange bottom layer, which gives the tamales its signature flavor. It is nutty, meaty, a bit sweet, spicy from a lot of ground black pepper. It pools moistly beneath the tamales, so it is the last thing to arrive on the tongue, and becomes the dominant taste. Boiled halved garbanzos (chickpeas) provide crunch and enhances the nutty dimension.

Apart from these distinctive features, though, it is a tamales - with a savory filling. Slightly sweetened ground rice flour formed into a pillow, encasing slivers of pork and boiled egg. The soft rice dough fragrant from the steamed banana leaves, a palette showcasing the flavors of its filling and its nutty layer.

I like the flavor of turmeric now. But one thing I can say - I like ST tamales, even without the dilaw.


tamalis?

After I've had Robinson's tamales I was at the public market shopping for fresh fish, when I heard a vendor by the kakanin section shouting tamalis! tamalis! Upon closer inspection, the tamalis on sale were plastic bags of what looked like that reddish-orange layer of Robinson's tamales.

The vendor said tamalis was the only name she knew for what she was selling, and that it was a kind of spread, for bread. She said it was made of brown sugar, shredded chicken, coarse-ground peanuts and a slice of boiled egg.

I was quite intrigued, and promptly bought a bag, thinking I'd make some tamales out of it. But I forgot about it, and into the trash it went. But now that I know all the ingredients, I'm thinking of making tamales with everything from scratch. Soon, I hope.


Elena's Food House
Burgos Avenue, Cavite City
(beside Jollibee)


*Elena's Food House is now closed. Similar tamales is being sold at pre-war era Dizon's Bakery along Burgos Street, also near Jollibee.

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Saturday, November 19, 2011

Sarangani Highlands


I loved the city of General Santos, a former B'Laan tribal settlement named Dadiangas which refers to the endemic trees proliferating in the area. It was renamed General Santos after the commanding general of the Philippine Army who led the resettlement of migrants from Luzon in 1939.

It is a highly urbanized city, with interesting hotels and restaurants, but without all the wretchedness. The exceptional roads are wide and circumspectfully laid out, houses and buildings don't crowd one another, trees and plants grow lush and abundant. No high buildings tower over you - only volcanoes mar a view of the horizon. It is not sparsely populated nor settled, but everywhere there's an ample sense of space - the kind of deeply breathable space achieved when something was consciously built to blend with nature.

On my last day in Southern Mindanao I was taken to Sarangani Highlands at sunset, for an astounding view of Sarangani Bay and a cup of the local coffee.

Sarangani Highlands used to be the private retreat of two doctors who nurtured a garden there. They were prevailed upon to open the area so the public can partake of the unrivaled view, and marvel at their gardening prowess.

The property embodies the planning of General Santos City - the landscaping is not painfully deliberate, but rather reflects the charming haphazardness of unprofessional skill. Against the backdrop of the mountains were lush woody bushes and large potted bonsai, while flowering ornamentals provide a riot of color and scent. With the tropical lushness, the cool, soothing air of the mountains fanned by the breeze blowing in from the sea, it is a haven between the earth and the sky.

We ordered what was jokingly referred to by my colleagues as "cat coffee" - civet cat coffee, or alamid in the native tongue, and known in other Asian countries as kopi luwak. It is coffee brewed from beans excreted by civets (musang), the most expensive kind of coffee today.

Civets are native to Southeast Asia and prefer tropical rainforests. The alamid coffee plantations in Southern Mindanao are cultivated on Mt. Matutum, but I heard there are now civet farms where the animals are regularly fed coffee cherries.

I am not a coffee connoiseur, as I don't normally drink coffee, but I liked alamid. The cup I had was full-bodied but mild, not fruity, and had a not unpleasant metallic aftertaste.


We were to have dinner someplace else, so we ordered lightly and only to have something to pick on while enjoying the vibe and the view.


The clubhouse was okay, but this salad was memorable. The combination of crunchy, mildly sweet pomelos, sour-sweet mangoes and fully seasoned seared shrimps, all rounded-up by a distinctively Asian-flavored dressing, was as breathtaking as the view of the Sarangani Bay. If the other items on the menu were as good as this, then Sarangani Highlands is one consummate, complete destination. Truly like General Santos itself.



Sarangani Highlands
Purok Wal, Tambler, General Santos City
Tel. Nos. (63-83) 5543336, 3040752
Cellphone (63-922) 8590043
Fax. (63-83) 5543336
Email address: saranganihighlands@gmail.com
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Thursday, November 17, 2011

Handaan in GenSan


Here is a glimpse of how people in Sarangani celebrate. I had lunch at the General Santos City branch of our office, and while we watched Mommy D being interviewed on local TV, we feasted on tilapia.

Yes, that's right. Tilapia, humongous tilapia, as massive as a platter. I checked to see if we were still in Lake Sebu. But no, the tilapia was from the cultured ponds of Alsons Aquaculture, which bear the brand Sarangani Bay. They are better known in Manila for bangus, which is also exported. I don't know if this kind of tilapia is available in Metro Manila, but I've read that in the US the tilapia sold there is in the form of fillets. So maybe that explains why they have to be massive.


But since we were in GenSan, we had them Pinoy-style, which is cooked - and sometimes eaten - whole. So we had fried tilapia, and steamed tilapia, and grilled tilapia. Whole.



I was anticipating tuna. Great hunks of tuna. I was in GenSan, after all, the tuna capital of the Philippines. We had tuna, yes, but they were so small I thought they were albacore.



There was inihaw na panga ng tuna, and inihaw na tuna belly, and kilawing tuna. I should have been pacified, but maybe I was still reeling from tilapia shock.


Sweet white shrimps, also from Alsons.



Adobong native na manok, free-range chicken stewed in soy sauce and vinegar. The stuff of dreams. For breakfast we also had free-range chicken in arroz caldo.



Other seafood on offer were grilled stuffed squid and imbao - white-shelled, sweet, succulent bivalves endemic to Mindanao - in gingered soup.



Julienned green mangoes, sliced tomatoes and onions, roasted eggplants, steamed okra and kamote tops, to be mixed and matched with bagoong isda and alamang in a native salad, completed the spread.


Sapin-sapin. Or not.


Panulak was cold lemongrass tea, unsweetened. An altogether healthy drink to cap a very healthy meal.


And the piece de resistance - seeds of durian, and squares of durian cheesecake. I must say that the durian I've eaten in Saranggani and South Cotabato were far better than the ones I had in Davao. Which was surprising, since Davao is synonymous to durian.

It's true that travelling is a form of enlightenment.


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Monday, November 14, 2011

Road Trip from GenSan


I had heard about the roads in southern Mindanao, and the airport, and the infrastructure being developed there. I had heard the projects were funded by foreign agencies.

Actually being in Sarangani and South Cotabato was an altogether different experience, so far removed from mere hearsay. Yes, the highways were the widest, the smoothest even though they weren't coated with asphalt, and no speck of a rut can be observed anywhere.

It was the most colorful of all road trips one can ever have in the Philippines. The trees were deep green, the ornamental flowers lining the road had such intense colors it was like the rain had just stopped a few seconds ago. It was electrical. Every, single hue had a depth I hadn't seen anywhere, even during summer inter-country road travels across Europe and inter-state drives in the United States.

It was then that I understood how rich this land is. And maybe, I could glean a little of the reasons why people have been fighting over it for centuries.


We were driving from General Santos City to Koronadal City, the former in Sarangani, and the latter our destination in South Cotabato, the two southernmost provinces in Southern Mindanao.

Upon arriving at the heart of South Cotabato, the kilometer post indicating we had traveled 1,732 kilometers made my heart palpitate with glee. Though I didn't know where KM Post 0 is for Mindanao, and I still can't find it out (I'm sure it isn't in Manila), it grounded me to where I was.

The farthest I have traveled in Luzon was 646 kilometers, which was the kilometer post marking the end of Sorsogon and the Bicol region, after which is the sea and farther on, after a ferry ride, was the island of Samar in the Visayas region.



Backtracking a bit, the second town out of GenSan is Tupi, in South Cotabato. Tupi is fruit country. Lining the highway are vast fields planted with rows of pineapples, and stalls sit side by side selling fruits too exotic for someone from Luzon - marang, durian, mangosteen.


Pineapples were sunshine orange, not the pale lemon-yellow I'm used to. There was this code for this kind of pineapple, written on a cardboard which I took a photo of but the sun got in the way that I couldn't decipher it. Tupi pineapple plantations yield different varieties, but this special variety was unbelievably sweet, with no hint of sourness, and don't leave the tongue like it had been scoured with steel wool.




I think the active volcano in the area, Mt. Matutum, had a lot to do with all the abundance and fertility of the lands. Here it is framed by gemelina trees with a pineapple plantation in the foreground.


At the town of Polomolok there was Durian Garden Atbp., a combination of garden, orchard and mini zoo in one. It was worth visiting for an on-hand glimpse of durian on the tree. We were told that people are not allowed to go around the premises at night, for durian fruits have a propensity for falling in the dark, and one fruit landing on one's head can be fatal.

Rambutan...



...and lanzones crowding over branches of the tree.


The most prolific banana heart in all of Mindanao. Maybe in all of the country. A bit phallic, don't you think?


There was a small restaurant by the front of the property, where one can have a slice of durian pie, or buy a box of whole pie for pasalubong. There was also durian bar, and durian popsicle, and durian ice cream, and other durian products one can think of. Bottled jams of those exotic fruits are also on sale, as well as other food products from the area. Short orders are available, including nilagpang, but I was quite content with the popsicle.


Durian Garden Atbp.
Awas, Sulit, Polomolok, South Cotabato
Tel. No. (63-83) 225-6319
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Saturday, November 12, 2011

Lake Sebu


Last week the municipality of Lake Sebu in South Cotabato celebrated Helubong, its foundation anniversary. It's a fairly new town, having been ceded from the town of Surallah only in 1989.

And I remembered the enchanted time I spent there. For the longest time I had been aching to go there, having been fascinated since the late nineties by the tales of a trainor-consultant. He said the lake sits on top of a mountain, and to go there you have to maneuver over unpaved, sodden, almost vertically winding roads on a habal-habal, which is the local term for a motocycle, on the rear end of which is placed perpendicularly a wooden narrow plank.

The plank is for passengers, who sit on the opposite ends, and must precariously balance both sides while the motorcycle driver manages the uphill drive. There was no other means of transportation, and it tickled my mind no end wanting to experience it.

It took me more than a decade to visit Lake Sebu. By this time the roads had been paved, though still breathlessly winding, and narrow at places. Commercial transportation is still haphazard, but I didn't get to ride my habal-habal. I was there for work, so I was provided a vehicle - an SUV no less.

But I'd like to think the delay, and the disappointment, were for a reason. Because if I had gone earlier, I wouldn't have experienced a more enthralling time there. But since I went there recently, there were now tourist infrasctuctures. I got to ride a zipline that zoomed over what's said to be the deepest gorge in the country, and disembarked to the thundering roar of one of the loveliest, and highest, and the most forceful, waterfalls I've ever seen, so far.

The view of the waterfalls alone, heretofore inaccessible, was more than enough thrill to make up for my imagined habal-habal ride.


Lake Sebu is one serene, magical place. It is the home of the T'boli tribe, one of many ancestral domains in Mindanao. Sebu in the T'boli language is lake, so the name is actually redundant, like Laguna Lake.

The lake is fed by a spring, and what a copious spring it is. The lake feeds all of seven waterfalls in varying sizes, including Waterfalls No. 2, the biggest (topmost photo), by force of gravity.

The T'bolis' main source of income is the culture of tilapia. Fishpen upon fishpen adorn the tranquil lake, and the restaurants that have sprouted around it specialize in tilapia recipes to kingdom come. The tilapia farms, though, has rendered the waterfalls fit only for viewing. Even from afar, the mist from the falls smelled of fish.


My colleagues in Koronadal City took us to La Punta Isla, their favorite restaurant and resort in Lake Sebu. Like other restaurants in the area, it has several huts by the water edge. There is also a dining area atop with a calming view of a large part of the lake and its fishpens.


We opted to dine in the big pavilion on the water, which is reached by riding a boat and pulling at the rope attached to the hall. From there we could look out into the middle of the lake, as well as look back to the kitchens up top, watching baskets of smoking hot food ziplining downwards for the customers in the huts and in the pavilion.



A tour around Lake Sebu was arranged by the restaurant with a T'boli guide, who fluently chattered in English for the almost one-hour boat trip, adorned in full tribal finery. Trivia: T'boli women's dowry take the form of horses, which are apparently valued for transport down the mountain. Our guide proudly informed us that her dowry was seven horses.

A trio of other tribe members also regaled us with ethnic songs and dances during lunch.


Lunch consisted of tilapia, of course. There was chicharon tilapia, which was deep fried morsels of fish served with kropek. The tilapia was fried well and wasn't greasy.


Then there was sinangay na tilapia, Punta Isla's version of tinomok, rolls of cabbage with minced tilapia filling in coconut cream.


My favorite, though, was the nilagpang, served in an unblemished banga. I think this soup is unique to South Cotabato, for we would encounter it in other restaurants in the lowlands, as well.


It is free-range chicken grilled prior to being boiled in a broth, then flavored with some sliced tomatoes and scallions. Very simple and straightforward, but very flavorful and comforting.


I was surprised to find pakbet so far removed from Northern Luzon, but this was the "Tagalog" version, without bagoong isda and with squash.


For refreshments there were fruit shakes and fresh coconuts, but I of course ordered durian shake, which was very good.


We finished lunch with a basket of fresh fruits - peeled bananas, smooth lumps of durian, wedges of avocado, watermelon and pineapple, crowding around a cup of sweet custard under pink, mini umbrellas.

It was a day of adventure, culture, and good food. All of which heightened the joy I felt for a wish come true.

*Update 11/17/11: From the comments to this post, nilagpang is unique to Iloilo, and may have been brought to South Cotabato by Ilonggo migrants. Thanks, Dr. Magsasaka.


La Punta Isla
Tel. No. (63-83) 8260962, 2388503
Mobile No. 63-919-4852910
Email Address: puntaisla@yahoo.com, reservations.puntaisla@gmail.com
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The nearest airport to Lake Sebu is in General Santos City in Sarangani. From General Santos it is about an hour ride to Lake Sebu.



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Tuesday, November 01, 2011

Pista'y Inatey


All roads lead to cemeteries today. As they have been leading from cities to provinces and towns for the last week.

It's All Saints' Day, though it's called Pista'y Inatey in Pangasinan, or pista ng patay, feast of the dead. It's one of three celebrated holidays in the Philippines, when people trek home to gather with kith and kin.

The holiday moniker is an irony, because it is much more a feast for the living than any other. People gathering together, then going to visit the dead where everybody else is, is more than a guarantee for a celebration of life.

And what is a more concrete evidence of the celebration of life than food? Where people are expected, food is bound to appear. Especially since it is post-harvest season, and people's pockets are padded with cash.

Pavements are full of drying paguey, palay - husked rice - at this time. Basketball courts, backyards, front yards, garages, and roads. Yes, roads, even provincial highways which are rendered one-lane only from 9AM til 4PM so the precious national staple could dry and be taken to the mills.


And so because we have to have sustenance for the living, I've been to the markets almost daily since coming home to Pangasinan. After maeuvering around the drying paguey on the roads, I came upon many bai selling many different-colored deremen side-by-side by the periphery of the public market.

The deremen were spread on bigao, and sold by the litse, or an empty can of condensed milk (roughly 300mL). There were grains black as soot, some pale as if washed, some bloated like they had been soaked in water.

I chanced upon a milagrosa, a stickier variety turned into deremen, very pale that I suspected it had been milled, not pounded in the traditional way in a lusong. It was more fragrant, though, and was more expensive than the other, blacker grains.


Inlubi, the rice pudding using deremen cooked in gata, was also being sold by the bai as well as in the kanen (kakanin) section of the market. Some were topped with latik, others mixed with slivers of buko.


Perhaps owing to the slew of typhoons that recently hit Luzon, vegetable prices have skyrocketed. Fish and meat are actually cheaper by the kilo. And there were not a lot of choices, too. Only cabuey is in season, and bunga'y lakamas, which were horrendously priced that I chose to look the other way.

I indulged my sweet tooth instead, and bought Calasiao puto, and suman, inkaldit, and lots of soft, sticky, anise-flecked kulambo.



Laranghitas are in season, and although they were expensive at Php30-35 per kilo, I bought a ton to squeeze into juice.

Then there were a lot of seba (saba, bananas for cooking) selling for four pieces at Php5, and we actually had lots ripening from monil upon monil from backyard stalks. There was a lone vendor selling kamote at an off-season Php40 per kilo, which was frighteningly expensive because they sell for only Php10 during the summer.


But I couldn't resist - the sweet potatoes on offer were of the sweet orange and violet varieties. With the seba, a pinch of anise seeds, small sago and powdered rice flour, I was set for a large kaldero of kineler even though there was no langka.

The kineler was flecked with orange and violet, soft and chunky and sweet, creamy with lots of gata. Perfect stomach filler before the visit to the cemetery.


There was no trick or treating in my hometown, nor halloween decor on houses. Such is the deep respect for the dead, who are regarded as angels, not monsters. But the kids had more fun than they could have hoped for.

Right on the day we arrived, lola's pregnant sow gave birth to no less than a dozen piglets, and the kids witnessed this affirmation of life. Then they raided the nests of the native (free-range) chickens and came up with two dozen eggs. Not for eating, no, but for hatching, though I don't know how they'll manage.


They chased chickens, too, and wanted to keep chicks as pets, teaching them how to swim by putting them in a tub of water. Such enthusiasm, and zest. I'm sure the beloved departed are smiling down on this feast of the living.


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