REMEMBERING ASINGAN
our town was no longer a sleepy town,resorts are booming everywhere,trees were all cut down giving more place for houses and quarries,it will be hard to have all of those.I miss those time that either my grandfather or one among my uncles will have to call us in Poblacion( bilin from neighbors) just to go to Sanchez and watched them pull out all of those bundles and bundles of thorny stuff and they had that looking-alike-canoe where they will shake that thorny bundles and there you can watch either ayungin,shrimps (jumping salad)dalag,igat and carpa.Or my grandmother will pick me up and will bring me to the rice fields in Domanpot with her pots of rice and viands for those farmers harvesting their palay.While we were waiting for them to finish their lunch,she will bring me those holes that my grandpa made ahead of time and she will asked me to drain it manually by using "sabot".Upon draining,you can see those dakomos trying to run away from those small circles and my grandma just pick it up and put it on my grandpa's basket with a cover that looks like an imbudo (basket was made from bamboo).I was just a kid but the taste of those fresh foods still made me drool and the last time i had a jumping salad were 15 yrs.ago.Hope there were still jumping salad nowadays and I believed that La Union has the better taste of those.---#
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