I found an old e-mail which made me laugh out so loud, I thought it was worth saving it. This is a hilarious piece about Filipinos and our culture, written by an American who had been living in the Philippines for almost a decade. It is kind of lengthy so I divided it into two parts.
MATTER OF TASTE: by Matthew Sutherland (BBC News)
I have now been in this country for over seven years, and consider myself in most respects well-assimilated. However, there is one key step on the road to full assimilation which I have yet to take, and that's to eat balut. The day any of you sees me eating balut, please call immigration and ask them to issue me a Filipino passport. Because at that point there will be no turning back. Balut, for those still blissfully ignorant non-Pinoys out there, is a fertilized duck egg. It is commonly sold with salt in a piece of newspaper, much like English fish and chips, by street vendors usually after dark, presumably so you can't see how gross it is. It's meant to be an aphrodisiac, although I can't imagine anything more likely to dispel my sexual desire than crunching on a partially-formed baby duck swimming in noxious fluid. The embryo in the egg comes in varying stages of development, but basically it is not considered macho to eat one without fully discernible feathers, beak, claws. Some say these crunchy bits are the best. Other's prefer to just drink the so-called "soup", the vile, pungent liquid that surrounds the aforementioned feathery fetus ... excuse me, I have to go and throw up now. I'll be back in a minute.
Food dominates the life of the Filipino. People here just love to eat. They eat at least eight times a day. These eight official meals are called, in order: breakfast, snacks, lunch, mirienda, pica-pica, pulutan, dinner, and no-one-saw-me-take-that-cookie-from-the-fridge-so-it-doesn't-count. The short gaps in between these mealtimes are spent eating Skyflakes from the open packet that sits on every desktop. You're never far from food in the Philippines. If you doubt this, next time you're driving home from work, try this game. See how long you can drive without seeing food and I don't mean a distant restaurant, or a picture of food. I mean a man on the sidewalk frying fish balls, or a man walking through traffic selling nuts or candy. I bet it's less than a minute. Here are some other things I've noticed about food in the Philippines. Firstly, a meal is not a meal without rice - even breakfast. In the UK, I could go a whole year without eating rice. Second, it's impossible to drink without eating. A bottle of San Miguel just isn't the same without gambas or beef tapa. Third, no one ventures more than two paces from their house without baon and a container of something cold to drink. You might as well ask a Filipino to leave home without his pants on. And lastly, where I come from, you eat with a knife and fork. Here, you eat with a spoon and a fork. You try eating rice swimming in fish sauce with a knife.
One really nice thing about Filipino food culture is that people always ask you to SHARE their food. In my office, if you catch anyone attacking their baon, they will always go "Sir, kain tayo!" (Let's eat!). This confused me, until I realized that they didn't actually expect me to sit down and start munching on their boneless bangus. In fact, the polite response is something like: "No thanks, I just ate". But the principle is sound - if you have food on your plate, you are expected to share it, however hungry you are, with those who may even be hungrier. I think that's great. In fact, this is frequently even taken one step further. Many Filipinos use "kumain ka na?" (Have you eaten yet?) as a general greeting, irrespective of time, or day, or location.
Some foreigners think Filipino food is fairly dull compared to other Asian cuisines. Actually, lots of it is very good: Spicy dishes like Bicol Express (strange, a dish named after a train); anything cooked with coconut milk; anything kinilaw; anything adobo. And it's hard to beat the sheer wanton, cholesterholic frenzy of a good old-fashioned lechon-de-leche feast. Dig a pit, light a fire, add 50 pounds of animal fat on a stick, and cook until crisp. Mmm.. mmm... you can actually feel your arteries constricting with each successive mouthful. I also share one key Pinoy trait - a sweet tooth. I am thus the only foreigner I know who does not complain about sweet bread, sweet burger, sweet spaghetti, sweet banana ketchup, and so on. I am a man who likes to put jam on his pizza. Try it!!
It's the weird food you want to avoid. In addition to duck fetus in the hard-shell, items to avoid in the Philippines include pig's blood soup (dinuguan); bull's testicle soup, the strangely-named "Soup Number Five" (I dread to think what numbers one to four are); and the ubiquitous, stinky, shrimp paste, Bagoong, and it's equally stinky sister, Patis. Filipinos are so addicted to these latter items that they will even risk deportation or arrest trying to smuggle them into countries like Australia or USA, which wisely ban the importation of items you can smell from more than 100 paces. Then there's the small matter of blue ice cream. I have never been able to get my brain around eating blue food. And lastly, on the subject of weird food, beware: that kalderetang kambing (goat) could well be kalderatang aso (dog)...
The Filipino, of course, has a well developed sense of food.
Here's a typical Pinoy food joke:
"I'm on seafood diet".
"What's a seafood diet?".
"When I see food, I eat it!".
Filipinos also eat strange bits of animals - the feet, the head, the guts, etc., usually barbequed on a stick. These have been given witty names, like "ADIDAS" (chicken's feet), "KURBATA" (either just chicken's neck or neck/thigh - "necktie" - get it?); "WALKMAN" (pig's ears); "PAL" (chicken wings), "HELMET" (chicken head); "IUD" (chicken intestines), and "VCR" or "BETAMAX" (video-cassette-like blocks of animal blood).
Yum yum. Bon appetit.
