We are on a business trip since Monday, and here in the Azucarera snacks are usually served during meetings, maybe to draw people to attend the discussions or to keep us energized. Last Tuesday, they served us different types of Pancit - canton, bihon and sotanghon. I got Pancit canton. When I opened the styro, there is no fork... how am I suppose to eat this? My colleague offered the plastic spoon that he used to stir his 3-in-1 coffee. Since I'm kinda hungry and there's something about that Pancit canton that made me want to eat it... I grabbed the spoon and started eating. I was savoring every spoonful, when another colleague interrupted me saying "... magla-lunch pa tayo ha." What he didn't know, inside that lowly styro of pancit canton was a time machine.
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When I opened the styro, that pancit canton looks and smells like the pancit my Nanay used to cook and serve in our store back in Pagsanjan. The pancit served in our meeting has a few pieces of meat and veggies not really the usual Pancit that we serve on special occasions. But this pancit reminds me of my Nanay, our simple happy life in the province and how hardworking she was. Every spoonful brought me back to my younger years, when I used to enjoy the humble pancit canton back home, when lucky me is not even heard of. For a moment I felt like Nanay was watching me eat and it was a such a happy feeling. So when my colleague interrupted me it's like waking up in the middle of a dream, I suddenly zap back to my world, back in the middle of a presentation where a Finance person lament over how standard cost will be generated and the consultant trying to convince him that the ERP can calculate it for him.
Back to the meeting, I looked into the pancit canton that I'm eating, it's almost finished. I smiled and uttered "I miss you Nay."
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