For as long as I can remember, Puso (or if you insist – hanging rice) was a staple to every celebration. I’ll be honest, I took it for granted. When I first stayed in Manila to study, I figured I would find it everywhere. To my surprise, no one knew what I was talking about.
This wasn’t limited to Puso. Unbeknownst to me, during my high school years in Cebu, I was falling in love with how we lived, our peculiar way of drinking together (tagay), our seemingly harsh (angry sounding?) language, our delicious lechon, and of course, our Puso.
Those of us who grew up with Puso as a staple, it is more than just rice deliciously wrapped in leaves. It’s hanging out with friends, boating to the many islands around Cebu, the perfect pairing with Filipino food and coke.