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UNIQUELY FILIPINO

The following is from a British journalist stationed in the Philippines. His

observations are so hilarious!!!! This was written in 1999.

Matter of Taste

by Matthew Sutherland

I have now been in this country for over six 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 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

discernable feathers, beak, and claws. Some say these crunchy bits are the best.

Others prefer just to 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, merienda, 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 Sky Flakes 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 the traffic selling nuts or candy. I bet it's less than one

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 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 be even hungrier. I think

that's great. In fact, this is frequently even taken one step further. Many

Filipinos use "Have you eaten yet?" ("KUMAIN KA NA?") as a general greeting,

irrespective of time of 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; and anything ADOBO. And it's hard to beat the sheer wanton,

cholesterolic 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 burgers, 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

half-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 through 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 arrest or deportation

trying to smuggle them into countries like Australia and the USA , which wisely

ban the importation of items you can smell from more than 100 paces.

Then there's the small matter of the blue ice cream. I have never been able to

get my brain around eating blue food; the ubiquitous UBE leaves me cold.

And lastly on the subject of weird food, beware: that KALDERETANG AMBING

(goat) could well be KALDERETANG ASO (dog)...

The Filipino, of course, has a well-developed sense of food. Here's a typical

Pinoy food joke: "I'm on a 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 barbecued on a stick. These have been given witty names, like

"ADIDAS" (chicken's feet); "KURBATA" (either just chicken's neck, or "neck and

thigh" as in "neck-tie"); "WALKMAN" (pigs ears); "PAL" (chicken wings); "HELMET"

(chicken head); "IUD" (chicken intestines), and BETAMAX" (video-cassette-like

blocks of animal blood). Yum, yum. Bon appetit.

"A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches" -- (Proverbs 22:1)

WHEN I arrived in the Philippines from the UK six years ago, one of the first

cultural differences to strike me was names. The subject has provided a

continuing source of amazement and amusement ever since.

The first unusual thing, from an English perspective, is that everyone here has

a nickname. In the staid and boring United Kingdom , we have nicknames in

kindergarten, but when we move into adulthood we tend, I am glad to say, to lose

them.

The second thing that struck me is that Philippine names for both girls and boys

tend to be what we in the UK would regard as overbearingly cutesy for anyone

over about five. Fifty-five-year-olds colleague put it. Where I come from, a boy

with a nickname like Boy Blue or Honey Boy would be beaten to death at school by

pre-adolescent bullies, and never make it to adulthood. So, probably, would

girls with names like Babes, Lovely, Precious, Peachy or Apples. Yuk, ech ech.

Here, however, no one bats an eyelid. Then I noticed how many people have what I

have come to call "door-bell names". These are nicknames that sound like -well,

doorbells. There are millions of them. Bing, Bong, Ding, and Dong are some of

the more common. They can be, and frequently are, used in even more

door-bell-like combinations such as Bing-Bong, Ding-Dong, Ting-Ting, and so on.

Even one of our senators has a son named Ping. None of these doorbell names

exist where I come from, and hence sound unusually amusing to my untutored

foreign ear.

Someone once told me that one of the Bings, when asked why he was called Bing,

replied, "because my brother is called Bong". Faultless logic. Dong, of course,

is a particularly funny one for me, as where I come from "dong" is a slang word

for well; perhaps "talong" is the best Tagalog equivalent.

Repeating names was another novelty to me, having never before encountered

people with names like Len-Len, Let-Let, Mai-Mai, Ting-Ting or Ning-Ning. The

secretary I inherited on my arrival had an unusual one: Leck-Leck. Such names

are then frequently further refined by using the "squared" symbol, as in Len2 or

Mai2. This had me very confused for a while.

Then there is the trend for parents to stick to a theme when naming their

children. This can be as simple as making them all begin with the same letter,

as in Jun, Jimmy, Janice, and Joy.

More imaginative parents shoot for more sophisticated forms of assonance or

rhyme, as in Biboy, Boboy, Buboy, Baboy (notice the names get worse the more

kids there are-best to be born early or you could end up being a Baboy).

Even better, parents can create whole families of, say, desserts (Apple Pie,

Cherry Pie, Honey Pie) or flowers (Rose, Daffodil, Tulip). The main advantage of

such combinations is that they look great painted across your trunk if you're a

cab driver. That's another thing I'd never seen before coming to Manila -- taxis

with the driver's kids' names on the trunk.

Another whole eye-opening field for the foreign visitor is the phenomenon of the

"composite" name. This includes names like Jejomar (for Jesus, (Joseph and

Mary), and the remarkable Luzviminda (for Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao, believe

it or not). That's a bit like me being called something Like "Engscowani" (for

England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland).

Between you and me, I'm glad I'm not.

And how could I forget to mention the fabulous concept of the randomly inserted

letter 'h'. Quite what this device is supposed to achieve, I have not yet

figured out, but I think it is designed to give a touch of class to an otherwise

only averagely weird name. It results in creations like Jhun, Lhenn, Ghemma,

Bhong, and Jhimmy. Or how about Jhun-Jhun (Jhun2)?

How boring to come from a country like the UK full of people with names like

John Smith. How wonderful to come from a country where imagination and exoticism

rule the world of names.

Even the towns here have weird names; my favorite is the unbelievably named town

of Sexmoan (ironically close to Olongapo and Angeles). Where else in the world

could that really be true? Where else in the world could the head of the Church

really be called Cardinal Sin(Rest In Peace)? Where else but the Philippines!

Note: Philippines has a senator named Joker, and it is his legal name. :jester:

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That is too funny! Sounds like you are having a blast there & eating your way across the country. Great to get the local perspective of a stranger in a strange land.:lol2:

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That is too funny! Sounds like you are having a blast there & eating your way across the country. Great to get the local perspective of a stranger in a strange land.:lol2:

Oh yeah...living in this country is a blast indeed. Full of ironies and oxymorons...but hey, there's no place like HOME.

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This is great! Thanks for sharing it.

I can't wait to take this to work to share w/my "sisters" (what the Philipino nurses call themselves).

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This is great! Thanks for sharing it.

I can't wait to take this to work to share w/my "sisters" (what the Philipino nurses call themselves).

You're welcome prmenrs! It's my pleasures putting a smile to all your "sisters" out there..give my warm regards ayt?

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UNIQUELY FILIPINO

The following is from a British journalist stationed in the Philippines. His

observations are so hilarious!!!! This was written in 1999.

Matter of Taste

by Matthew Sutherland

I have now been in this country for over six 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 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

discernable feathers, beak, and claws. Some say these crunchy bits are the best.

Others prefer just to 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, merienda, 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 Sky Flakes 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 the traffic selling nuts or candy. I bet it's less than one

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 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 be even hungrier. I think

that's great. In fact, this is frequently even taken one step further. Many

Filipinos use "Have you eaten yet?" ("KUMAIN KA NA?") as a general greeting,

irrespective of time of 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; and anything ADOBO. And it's hard to beat the sheer wanton,

cholesterolic 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 burgers, 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

half-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 through 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 arrest or deportation

trying to smuggle them into countries like Australia and the USA , which wisely

ban the importation of items you can smell from more than 100 paces.

Then there's the small matter of the blue ice cream. I have never been able to

get my brain around eating blue food; the ubiquitous UBE leaves me cold.

And lastly on the subject of weird food, beware: that KALDERETANG AMBING

(goat) could well be KALDERETANG ASO (dog)...

The Filipino, of course, has a well-developed sense of food. Here's a typical

Pinoy food joke: "I'm on a 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 barbecued on a stick. These have been given witty names, like

"ADIDAS" (chicken's feet); "KURBATA" (either just chicken's neck, or "neck and

thigh" as in "neck-tie"); "WALKMAN" (pigs ears); "PAL" (chicken wings); "HELMET"

(chicken head); "IUD" (chicken intestines), and BETAMAX" (video-cassette-like

blocks of animal blood). Yum, yum. Bon appetit.

"A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches" -- (Proverbs 22:1)

WHEN I arrived in the Philippines from the UK six years ago, one of the first

cultural differences to strike me was names. The subject has provided a

continuing source of amazement and amusement ever since.

The first unusual thing, from an English perspective, is that everyone here has

a nickname. In the staid and boring United Kingdom , we have nicknames in

kindergarten, but when we move into adulthood we tend, I am glad to say, to lose

them.

The second thing that struck me is that Philippine names for both girls and boys

tend to be what we in the UK would regard as overbearingly cutesy for anyone

over about five. Fifty-five-year-olds colleague put it. Where I come from, a boy

with a nickname like Boy Blue or Honey Boy would be beaten to death at school by

pre-adolescent bullies, and never make it to adulthood. So, probably, would

girls with names like Babes, Lovely, Precious, Peachy or Apples. Yuk, ech ech.

Here, however, no one bats an eyelid. Then I noticed how many people have what I

have come to call "door-bell names". These are nicknames that sound like -well,

doorbells. There are millions of them. Bing, Bong, Ding, and Dong are some of

the more common. They can be, and frequently are, used in even more

door-bell-like combinations such as Bing-Bong, Ding-Dong, Ting-Ting, and so on.

Even one of our senators has a son named Ping. None of these doorbell names

exist where I come from, and hence sound unusually amusing to my untutored

foreign ear.

Someone once told me that one of the Bings, when asked why he was called Bing,

replied, "because my brother is called Bong". Faultless logic. Dong, of course,

is a particularly funny one for me, as where I come from "dong" is a slang word

for well; perhaps "talong" is the best Tagalog equivalent.

Repeating names was another novelty to me, having never before encountered

people with names like Len-Len, Let-Let, Mai-Mai, Ting-Ting or Ning-Ning. The

secretary I inherited on my arrival had an unusual one: Leck-Leck. Such names

are then frequently further refined by using the "squared" symbol, as in Len2 or

Mai2. This had me very confused for a while.

Then there is the trend for parents to stick to a theme when naming their

children. This can be as simple as making them all begin with the same letter,

as in Jun, Jimmy, Janice, and Joy.

More imaginative parents shoot for more sophisticated forms of assonance or

rhyme, as in Biboy, Boboy, Buboy, Baboy (notice the names get worse the more

kids there are-best to be born early or you could end up being a Baboy).

Even better, parents can create whole families of, say, desserts (Apple Pie,

Cherry Pie, Honey Pie) or flowers (Rose, Daffodil, Tulip). The main advantage of

such combinations is that they look great painted across your trunk if you're a

cab driver. That's another thing I'd never seen before coming to Manila -- taxis

with the driver's kids' names on the trunk.

Another whole eye-opening field for the foreign visitor is the phenomenon of the

"composite" name. This includes names like Jejomar (for Jesus, (Joseph and

Mary), and the remarkable Luzviminda (for Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao, believe

it or not). That's a bit like me being called something Like "Engscowani" (for

England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland).

Between you and me, I'm glad I'm not.

And how could I forget to mention the fabulous concept of the randomly inserted

letter 'h'. Quite what this device is supposed to achieve, I have not yet

figured out, but I think it is designed to give a touch of class to an otherwise

only averagely weird name. It results in creations like Jhun, Lhenn, Ghemma,

Bhong, and Jhimmy. Or how about Jhun-Jhun (Jhun2)?

How boring to come from a country like the UK full of people with names like

John Smith. How wonderful to come from a country where imagination and exoticism

rule the world of names.

Even the towns here have weird names; my favorite is the unbelievably named town

of Sexmoan (ironically close to Olongapo and Angeles). Where else in the world

could that really be true? Where else in the world could the head of the Church

really be called Cardinal Sin(Rest In Peace)? Where else but the Philippines!

Note: Philippines has a senator named Joker, and it is his legal name. :jester:

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For those already in the U.S. is it true that some Filipinos loose weight when they already migrated to the U.S. because they couldn't eat as much as they could if they were in the Phil.?

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For those already in the U.S. is it true that some Filipinos loose weight when they already migrated to the U.S. because they couldn't eat as much as they could if they were in the Phil.?

hmmmmmm. Maybe Lawrence's B.M.I. is ______ that's why he's asking. Just kidding man. Peaceicon12.gif

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hmmmmmm. Maybe Lawrence's B.M.I. is ______ that's why he's asking. Just kidding man. Peaceicon12.gif

Me and my big mouth. :lol2:

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cruiseship_RN forgot about the "Pasalubong" or the take home snacks expected when returning home.

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hahahahahaha:chuckle

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Can someone tell me the Filiphino word is for the "rock" used for removing dead skin while in the shower ?

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