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Sinanglaw for breakfast

Kaye Leah Cacho-Sitchon

<p>[For the third consecutive year, ANCX is honored to be publishing the winners of the annual Doreen Gamboa Fernandez Food Writing Award. This year’s theme is “livestock,” which in the Philippines pertains to cattle, pig, goat, carabao and horse. We begin our series of winning essays with this lovingly written ode to one’s childhood and a dish that says much about the labor force of her hometown.]</p><div> </div><p>Growing up, I’d spend a lot of time during the summer at my grandmother’s <i>karinderya</i> in San Fernando, La Union. It was a quaint shop in between homes of neighboring families, across the Lion’s Park, behind the Town Plaza’s majestic treehouse. </p><p>Employees from the city hall and passers-by would get a quick meal there at any time of the day. The menu changes daily, but there were staples I’d call Mercedes’ Classics: <i>sinigang na boogie </i>(fish eggs in a sour soup), <i>adobong baboy at pusit </i>(adobo of pork and squid), <i>tokak</i> (frog) either fried or stewed in tomato and coconut, <i>dinengdeng </i>(stewed vegetable in fish paste), <i>dinuguan </i>(blood stew), <i>imbaliktad </i>(medium rare stir-fried beef), <i>lumo </i>(soup of pork internal organs), <i>igado </i>(strips of pork liver and tenderloin cooked in a soy sauce and vinegar mixture), <i>dinakdakan </i>(boiled and grilled pork ears, face and meat, sliced then mixed with pig’s brain), <i>silet </i>(pork intestine), and of course, <i>sinanglaw</i>.  Once the <i>karinderya</i> opens at 7 am, locals would order bowls of the assorted beef meat soup for breakfast. I was intrigued by this and I had to experience why. </p><p>My first bowl of <i>sinanglaw</i> was confusing and comforting. That mouthful awakened the in-betweens of my taste buds I never knew existed. The odd chewy and slimy textures from cheap cuts, ox blood, <i>tuwalya</i> (tripe), cow fat, intestines and gummy sticky skin, teased my teeth and tongue, but it was the broth that made the dish easier to deal with. In one bowl, I felt the relationship between saltiness, spiciness and sourness that gets mellowed down by the bitter-sweetness of diluted bile. This delicious confusion was as comforting to me then as it is now. </p><p>That <i>pait</i> or bitterness from bile is home to the Ilocano palate. Edilberto N. Alegre, in his book, “Kinilaw,” exquisitely explains how distinct this flavor profile is. <i>Pait</i> is a dominant but not a singular taste in Ilocano cuisine, he says. “It has a basic layer of sweetness: after the initial invasion of <i>pait</i> on the tongue’s surface comes a quiet lap of sweetness. One does not taste the bitter and the sweet at the same instant; rather, it is the longer-lasting spread and overspread of bitterness first, then the brief underlay finishing of sweetness. Thus, <i>papait</i> (bile) must be fresh.” </p><p>Since the locals know that livestock is butchered at dawn, they enjoy that bowl of <i>sinanglaw</i> in the morning, when meat is at its freshest. As a nine-year-old, I learned this as I’d tag along with my grandmother during market day. </p><p>After buying the freshest ingredients, we’d go back to the kitchen where my uncle was waiting to turn cow innards into the day’s breakfast. First, he’d clean the innards thoroughly, taking off all undesirable liquids and nasty bits. The meat is then sliced into tiny pieces, becoming indistinguishable to what they previously were. Pots are heated up over a blasting fire, then the oil goes in. Ginger and onion are sautéed, followed by the innards. Everything gets tossed together by a large cooking spoon, with each long push forward and quick flip backwards. </p><p>The meat is seasoned with salt, pepper and <i>vetsin</i> (monosodium glutamate), and browned until its oils have let out. After that, the heat is lowered, water is added, and the meat is left to simmer. In the last two minutes, fresh bile is sieved into the boiling pot, and <i>kamias</i> (bilimbi) is added for flavor. Soon, that encouraging hot, clear broth with beef bits is poured onto bowls for the regulars waiting for the first meal of the day. It was urgent for the day’s toil.</p><p><i>Sinanglaw</i> for breakfast is an assurance that the day will go well for each one who partakes. Its bitter taste speaks of the Ilocano’s source of strength and is reminiscent of the local’s daily life. As farmers, fishermen, and livestock raisers, the fresh start begins before the first light, already toiling, bitter as it feels. Then, when they’ve finished their tasks just after dawn, they’d have that sweet comforting bowl of <i>sinanglaw</i>. In the busier town center, there is some similarity in experience. Early in the day, they get to enjoy some sweetness over a bowl of <i>sinanglaw</i>, a time of quiet before the daily grind’s bitter bile. Every day is always bittersweet. </p><p>I’d cook a pot of <i>sinanglaw</i> to remember how important the dish is as an Ilocana. <i>Sinanglaw</i> bookmarked that page when I learned how cooking food in the kitchen nourishes and encourages to make bitter days a lot sweeter and bearable. </p><p>Luisa Igloria’s poem “Pinapaitan” is precise to this sentiment:</p><div><i>“… that one olive-</i></div><div><i>shaded sac you’ll puncture</i></div><div><i>those bitter drops to scatter</i></div><div><i>like benediction over the soup:</i></div><div><i>May you live with this aftertaste</i></div><div><i>of metal, with this glint of iron</i></div><div><i>and the sharpness of bile. Dissolving,</i></div><div><i>let the wound make bearable</i></div><div><i>every taste that follows after.”</i></div><p>[Kaye Leah Sitchon is a Communications Instructor in the School of Teacher Education, Languages and Communication Department at Saint Louis University, Baguio City. She is also a freelance content writer and copy editor for Pilipinas Popcorn, Linkage Web Development, and other websites. She also works for Rex Bookstore (Rex Publishing) as a Content and Language Editor and Developmental Editor. She and her family (husband Mike and three daughters) love cooking and baking. 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