Roasted Grasshopper

The grasshopper looks nice as it rests on  a yellow flower .

But the grasshoppers I will talk about in this blog were not quite like it.  The grasshoppers were bigger and healthier because they lived in a farm with lush grass and vegetation.  We would catch them with bamboo swats or even with our bare hands when it rained. Grasshoppers could not hop nor fly very far when it rained because their wings get wet.

I remember the times when my neighbors and I would run to the field every time it rained in summer. We would play in the rain and catch grasshoppers that we cook -- either fry or grill, when we get home. There nothing was like the smell of a roasting grasshopper and the taste was heavenly. (Although now that I am of age, I cannot bring a roasted grass hopper in my mouth without a shudder).

I remember the smell and the taste of a  roasted grasshopper... it is just that I cannot anymore muster my courage to eat it.

Roasted grasshoppers, anyone?

The View From the Back of Our House

This is the view from the back of our house in Mangatarem during rainy season.  Peep through the papaya tree and you will see the rice paddies and the mountain ranges lining the horizon.

This little calf has its fill of fresh grass. The nourishment it gets spells the word HEALTHY which animals from sub-urban areas may not have.

 

In Mangatarem, you wouldn't mind walking barefooted on the mud.  It relaxes your spirit. It connects you to mother nature and helps you appreciate the Maker.

My Hometown

I may have visited some places here and abroad, but there is no place like Mangatarem. There's no place that makes me gasp and drop a tear every time I come  home. I know I am nearing home when I see the vast rice fields on the right continuing on to the Zambales mountain ranges to the left.  Ahh the blessing of a place called home!

This is where I was born.  This is where I went back to when I left for college. This is where I rest after a long week at work. And this is where I want to be buried when the Lord calls me home.

This blog is created to chronicle my past, present and future as well as the activities -- financial, educational , physical, social, political and spiritual journey of my fellow kailyans who share the joy of being a resident of Mangatarem.