Chicharon

Enough of the crunchy sound. It gives me the shivers, along with the icky images of dripping fat, fat, and more fat.

I couldn’t remember the last time that I ate chicharon. It’s crunchy alright, but I hated the fact that I feel so full and so sick after eating about 3 large pieces of it. BLEAH. After that, I decided never to eat another piece anymore.

Last month, we went to the Philippine Heart Center for Jobie’s regular check-up (he has asthma). After going to the doctor, we checked out the tiangge (inside the Heart Center, yes). Jobie and I saw this stall that sells food with a 3-for-100 promo – we specifically eyed the crinkles (yum). Okay, so that’s one. Dad got hopia for the second item. The third item was – would you like to take a guess? – CHICHARON. Dad and Jobie wanted to get the chicharon but Mom didn’t allow them to buy it. Isn’t it ironic, they’re selling chicharon inside the Heart Center? The third item, then, was changed to a box of brownies (to my delight).

Last weekend, our family went to Robinsons Metro East (it’s our habit already to go to RP every weekend to eat and have a family bonding). Mom had to go to Mercury Drug to buy some medicines. To save time, we decided that we go on separate ways – Mom will go to the drugstore while the rest of us (Dad, Jobie, Ma, and I) will proceed to the grocery. We were already heading to the grocery when Ma saw this chicharon stall near the escalator. I was actually trying to lead Ma away since chicharon is not good for her (she’s turning 74 this December, and she has diabetes). I motioned to Daddy that we were to buy first, then we’ll just locate them inside the grocery. So there, I accompanied her to this chicharon stall (32 pesos for 500g chicharon bituka?). She was offering me some chicharon. Of course, I did not accept the offer. For goodness’ sake, I’d rather binge-eat on chocolates than on fried fat. Eeww.

Last Monday, we drove to a Shell station here in Antipolo to had our gas tank filled up. It was only there that I knew of their promo – for every 500 pesos worth of gas fill-up, you get 20 pesos shopping money in the Select store. Dad had collected receipts equivalent to 160 pesos shopping money. Off we went to the Select store, and Dad brought Jobie along. While waiting inside the car, I was thinking of the food they were to buy since I was really hungry during that time. When they came back, they unveiled a plastic with 2 cans of Coke, a Toblerone bar, and… CHICHARON! BLEAH. I forgot about my hunger already.

Just this morning, upon waking up, I caught a whiff of something being cooked in the turbo broiler. I was so eager to eat until I found out that it was only chicharon being “roasted” in the turbo. EEK!

After we finished our breakfast, there were some chicharon left. Ma was offering us chicharon again – and of course, we said “no” again – but this time, she told us that if we weren’t eating the chicharon, she’ll do it for us. Ugh, if only I didn’t have this aversion to the C-food, I’d eat it so that Ma will stop eating. But since we didn’t eat them, well, Ma ate the chicharon again.

Now enough of the chicharon story. You know what, I already feel fat-filled. Yucky, really.

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