My maternal grandparents were from Cebu and Bohol, and they had a summer ancestral home on the shores of a small town roughly 30+ minutes away from the Clarin ancestral home in Loay, that I featured here. We were sitting in the garden of Cafe Olegario, set up by members of the Clarin family, to have merienda and we ordered some bubud with latik, and some puto maya. The budbud was freshly made, and superb. It had just the right amount of sugar, and a hint of ginger. The latik was flavorful but not overly sweet. The rice was light, not weighty, yet redolent with coconut milk/fat. Delicious. The puto maya was also amazing. Obviously just made/delivered to the Cafe, it was heavily flavored with ginger, but the rhizome was almost sweet and fragrant, not sharp and aggressive. We were so happy we decided to sit for a while and enjoy this simple merienda. It would have paired well with hot chocolate, but since it was so warm outdoors, we opted for cold drinks instead.
My mother was from this neck of the woods. Her family had a summer home some 30+ minutes away from the Clarin residence (using today’s roads, but probably 2-3 hours by horse drawn carriage a century ago) and she always related fond memories of a bygone era in highly rural Bohol. She would have appreciated this merienda very much, and I realized just now that it would have been her 84th birthday today if she were still around. I didn’t specifically schedule this post for today, but isn’t it funny how some things fit just right? Happy Birthday Mom! I hope they have good budbud, broas and hot chocolate where you are! Will drop by your four-urn, high-rise crypt nearby very shortly. :)