A few weeks ago my parents visited me and brought me dinner. Home cooked meals are precious and always a welcome change from the Jollibee/Wow Ulam/COOP trifecta, more so in this era of abject poverty. Precious does not even cut it, GOLDEN is more like it. I ate the longganisa with rice from the disposable container which I threw out afterwards, but kept the Tupperware from which I slurped ginisang monggo. Having no ref or microwave I slurped half of the ginisang monggo cold and kept the rest. Everything was fun and golly gee.
Except a few days ago, when what should I discover, among the rubble of my table, covered amongst totally unrelated things (books, pens, X-Files DVD, chemo drugs, wood shavings, Smurfs Happy Meal action figure)…. but The Tupperware containing the half-eaten monggo. I then remembered, it has been two weeks. Either the seal is fantastic, or I have NPCA.
With much trepidation I opened the damn cover and discovered…. froth. Occupying the entire fucking Tupperware. The smell is of course horrendous. I immediately threw the crap out and swished swished swished the Tupperware in tap water. Fantastically the smell and the bubbles sort of disappeared… even without soaping! So I immediately put the cover back on. And threw the damn thing back amongst the books, pens, X-Files DVD, chemo drugs, wood shavings, and Smurfs Happy Meal action figure.
Ibabad mo yan sa kumukulong tubig for one day, Smoketh and Frichmond have succinctly admonished.
Sometimes I wish I were a better person. Because while other blogs talk about touching patient encounters and such I talk about… fucking anaerobic craptastic bula.