The Ilocano in me revolts whenever I see the prices of food in the restaurants here. (It was later explained to me that the big part of that cost goes to salaries and taxes that are quite high relatively). So I really cook in my atelier. This morning I improvised an Ilocano poquipoqui from giant eggplants from Spain. It doesnt look and taste like the ones back home...walang patis sa Paris!
Poquipoui. With steamed rice and Sartre's Nausea. Weird breakfast.
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