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- Skluzavka: 1
- Can someone pass me the Lumpia?
- Did you hear about the upcoming Pacquiao Match?
- Yes! I'm so excited
- At a typical Filipino party, friends and family would gather around the dinner table, excited to fill up their stomachs. Plates pile up with food from a long spread of various dishes and desserts. You would hear laughter and occasional conversations about Manny Pacquiao's boxing match or the Lakers' new prospects. What I seem to notice though, is that Lumpia is on everyone's plate. You can never go wrong with Lumpia. It's a staple at every Filipino party whether it was someone's birthday or a gathering during New Years Eve. Lumpia, which symbolizes unity and hospitality, is an essential part of our Filipino culture, and holds a special place in my heart.
- Skluzavka: 2
- Jared. I need you to go get the carrots, onions, celery from the fridge. We are making Lumpia. Don't forget the garlic again.
- I got it this time Mom. I won't forget!
- My mother was always so dedicated to her cooking that on special occasions, she would get up very early to prepare food. While everyone in our neighborhood was asleep, my mother and I would be awake in the kitchen cooking Lumpia. As my mother prepared the pans and the cooking utensils, I was tasked with getting the ingredients from the refrigerator. Sometimes I would forget to get the garlic or I would accidentally spill the oil. Even though I felt frustrated and tired, preparing Lumpia early in the morning was something I looked forward to. It was a time where memories were created.
- Skluzavka: 3
- *Chop*
- *Sizzle*
- *Sizzle*
- *Chop*
- *Crunch*
- My mother and I went straight to work. We began chopping and dicing up the carrots, onions, celery, and garlic. Our silent house quickly turns into chaos, as the sound of the cutting board echoes across the kitchen. I look at my mother and we start laughing, as tears drop down our faces from all the onions we cut. We mix the vegetables and meat with our bare hands. It felt cold and weird, but it was like fusing our love and hard work into the food. The next step is forming the contents into rolls and placing it onto the pan. Deep fried in oil, I could just watch and smell the Lumpia as it turns golden brown. The steam fills the atmosphere as I take a bite of our finished product. It was very rewarding. The crunch, the taste, the heat, it all melts in my mouth.
- Skluzavka: 4
- Haha I know right? You did well. I love you so much
- Mom! It tastes so good with this sauce!
- I sit on the table with my mom as we enjoy the taste and flavors of Lumpia. She tells me how wonderful it was to cook with me. As I glance over at her, I begin to tear up. When making Lumpia, my mother is always by my side. As I slice the carrots into tiny pieces, carefully mix the ground meat, and finally fry the rolls in oil, she was there to guide me. Lumpia brought me closer to my mother, creating an unbreakable bond. So, whenever it comes to parties, I always have Lumpia on my plate as it reminds me of those moments in the kitchen, spending time with my mom as she showered me with endless love.
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