I'm just back from dinner at a Thai place in Chicago where we had some excellent food: basil rice noodles with beef, stir fried seafood with crispy flat noodles, green chicken curry and some awesome smoothies with tapioca balls. Gosh, I haven't had these in ages. The dinner conversation turned to fishballs and that just reminded me of the snack food vendors that would set up shop outside my elementary school in the Philippines. Here's the delicious assortment that awaited us once we stepped outside the gates:
1. Fishball vendor with wok filled in hot oil, two jars of dipping sauces (one hot and spicy, the other sweet and sour).
2. Man hawking green mangoes and bagoong (fish/shrimp paste) or just plain rock salt. Sometimes, he also had singkamas (jicama).
3. "Dirty" ice cream vendor with the following flavors: mango, ube (purple yam), macapuno (young coconut), and the all time favorite: cheese (with real cheese bits).
Heaven help you if your parents found out that you actually bought and consumed something from these people. But did that stop any of of us? Of course not.
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