One of the best times in my childhood memories are the summers spent in Laguna. Summer is always hot and humid. You can just imagine the joy of my discovery when Inay and I walked towards the neighbor to buy an afternoon snack. Since I was small, my height of about 3 feet at that time is almost just as tall as the table where the jars filled with sweet colorful treats that are the ingredients of halo halo. I can still remember in awe how the block of ice is shaved right before my eyes and placed inside the glass half filled with colorful goodies. Then to top it all up a doze of evaporated milk and last but not the least a slice of leche flan and a sprinkling of pinipig. It was edible art work formed right before my eyes. A cold treat for a humid day.
Once serve we go on chopping into the shaved ice to unearth the goodies down under. I will always remember Inay smiling at me and her joy at my discovery. Simple things make me happy. A nugget of memory I always remember whenever I get one of these halo halo. For mothers day...I write these memories down in honor of my Nanay nanayan Tita Ching Inay. Love you and miss you dearly...I know you are happy up there in heaven.
