Puto pao is just plain puto (steamed rice cake); only stuffed like siopao. My favorite’s with salted egg, cheese bits, and ground beef. Honestly. It’s better to get an actual bite than to merely read its definition. It’s good, I promise. These were bought in Batangas before I rode the bus back to QC. They also have smaller, tastier versions of these in Zambales.
It arrived last December and it’s still the singlest thing that’s keeping me insane these days. I was never the photographer. Heck, I was never a visual artist. All I know is that to clear my head off (and to keep myself from being edgy all the time), I need a
I talked to Grief the whole morning.