Man does not live by coffee alone. Have danish.
And in my case, a local pastry or puto.
We call that pastry a bagumbayan. I don't know why that pastry is connected with the "new town" but it reminded me when we were very young, as in when I was seven, Nong Pokyo displayed them at his sarisari store and call them "smuggle", referring to the smuggled slippers in the early days. Yes, they used to be the size of slippers and up to now I still find them yummy.
And while sipping the cafe au lait (the usual coffee with Milo, pero cafe au lait para sosyal ang dating) I wished for the puto (steamed ricecakes) my mother prepared for us during the Halloween break. Lami!
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