It was decided to have a family gathering in September, Uncle Johnny passed away the beginning of May so the original 2009 summer reunion was cancelled, Uncle Juan passed away in November and the Christmas 2008 party was cancelled. It was time to get together again. It was potluck at Mooney's Grove with food, volleyball, and family, it was great. But it also happen to be the same date of the Porterville family and friends yearly Filipino reunion and this year we were going to that too. Daddy love to gather with friends and family and it was going to be a all day'er. He was good to drive to Tulare, then half-way to Porterville. David drove the rest of the way and back. It would be the first time the kids would have "lechon". Pig roasted on a spit. WHOLE pig. It was a sight, the pig was presented on a large cutting board with the apple in the mouth. There was white rice and spanish rice, Filipino dishes mixed with the Mexican dishes. They were school year friends and family of my moms, half-Filipino, half-Mexican. Our Aunt Thencha was their sisters, the only one who married an "American of Mexican descent," boy was her mom upset. Aunt Thencha has since passed but her mother was there, Socorro, she must be almost a hundred. Onry as ever. The kids tasted some of the 'hardcore' Filipino dishes, which to this day they don't know that the black noodles dish was black because it's cooked in the blood of the pig. Gross. I tasted it and thought it tasted weird, good but weird. The kids had about three plates, I didn't have the heart to tell them what they were eating. Esther went to town with the pig skin, it's like a crispy flat chicharone. Daddy danced a cumbia with Christina. We had a long, good, but tiring day. Today we were not going to think about what was ahead.
It was decided to have a family gathering in September, Uncle Johnny passed away the beginning of May so the original 2009 summer reunion was cancelled, Uncle Juan passed away in November and the Christmas 2008 party was cancelled. It was time to get together again. It was potluck at Mooney's Grove with food, volleyball, and family, it was great. But it also happen to be the same date of the Porterville family and friends yearly Filipino reunion and this year we were going to that too. Daddy love to gather with friends and family and it was going to be a all day'er. He was good to drive to Tulare, then half-way to Porterville. David drove the rest of the way and back. It would be the first time the kids would have "lechon". Pig roasted on a spit. WHOLE pig. It was a sight, the pig was presented on a large cutting board with the apple in the mouth. There was white rice and spanish rice, Filipino dishes mixed with the Mexican dishes. They were school year friends and family of my moms, half-Filipino, half-Mexican. Our Aunt Thencha was their sisters, the only one who married an "American of Mexican descent," boy was her mom upset. Aunt Thencha has since passed but her mother was there, Socorro, she must be almost a hundred. Onry as ever. The kids tasted some of the 'hardcore' Filipino dishes, which to this day they don't know that the black noodles dish was black because it's cooked in the blood of the pig. Gross. I tasted it and thought it tasted weird, good but weird. The kids had about three plates, I didn't have the heart to tell them what they were eating. Esther went to town with the pig skin, it's like a crispy flat chicharone. Daddy danced a cumbia with Christina. We had a long, good, but tiring day. Today we were not going to think about what was ahead.
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