I see several varieties of bananas here in this downtown Bacolod scene. Such subtle differences. Feels like I am tasting fruits, vegetables for the first time again here. Small, non-GMO (unlike Thailand and Indonesia, according to a college professor I talked with). Food that tastes like it did 100 years ago, when life was certainly tough but flavors lingered on the tastebuds with true fervor. Then there is the crown jewel: inasal. Native chicken, grilled to perfection. Yes, you can tell when the animals had a relatively happy life.
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