Americans may crave for the tasty mac & cheese, Italians may hanker for an authentic margherita pizza and Japanese for a shot of sake. This is a common desire and appetite if they people have been out of their country for a considerable span of time. I for one yearned for the texture, flavor and smell of Patupat.
Being a child of a Pangasinense, I grew up chomping on the sweet molasses flavor of this glutinous rice wrapped in coconut leaves weaved into a bag. Patupat during my childhood was a usual chow readily available inside our ref every time my father’s relatives living in Pangasinan visits Manila. And because of this, my DNA was programmed to crave for such if my nutritional intake has been Patupat-deficient. I can confidently say that Patupat in a way defines me. It’s in my tradition, it’s in my subconscious, it’s in my roots.
I could no longer recall the time when the last time I ate a bag of Patupat. I have been craving for it! That is why when I learned that Thatcher (my niece) will be arriving in Manila from Pangasinan, the foolish request I asked her is to bring me loads of this tasty, sticky and gluey delicacy.
Now my craving has been resolved because my hearty breakfast are two bags of Patupat. I guess… Patupat defines me. Patupat is tasty, hot and sticky just like me! Yummy!
Walang kaduda-duda, Pinoy nga ako!