WHILE strolling outside SM City CDO Uptown, we noticed a phenomenon: no spaghetti wires. So, it’s possible.
But Cagayan de Oro is not as rabid as Davao City yet in banishing spaghetti wires to the underground area. Instead, the spaghetti wires have inspired the Cagayanon to make a platter of Pinoy spaghetti out of those wires. That’s the sweet spaghetti that every Pinoy is familiar with.
If you’ve been living under a rock, or even underground, since birth, try Jollibee’s spaghetti. That’s the Pinoy version: Pinoy style spaghetti sauce, cheddar cheese, hotdogs. Yum!
But since spaghetti wires are black, they will more likely morph into black spaghetti a.k.a. squid ink pasta. Which I’m not allowed to crave for anymore, with much thanks to the low-carb diet.
This talk about anything underground began when a friend and I were about to go down the mall’s escalator and I remembered again how I dread climbing that escalator when it’s not working. Which then reminded me of the longest escalator in New York City: 182 feet! A ride that can last for one minute and 38 seconds. And it’s underground, part of the subway system.
How nice if Pinas will finally have its own subway trains. But as it continues to struggle with spaghetti wires, the Pinoy can only continue to dream. Libre man daw ang mangarap. And dreaming definitely and obviously worked for Hidilyn Diaz and Carlos Yulo whose Olympic gold medals didn’t happen overnight. Those medals began decades ago when they started training for their chosen sports. One goal at a time, one day at a time.
My low-carb journey didn’t begin decades ago but only more than two years ago. Still, when I’m tempted to quit and return to high-carb, I can’t, because my body will always remind me why I’m low-carb now. The body can instantly bring back my high blood pressure and allergies, and worsen my left-knee pain and other joint pains, once I forget the safe list.
The low-carb diet requires a lot of discipline and willpower at first but once the body has adjusted to using fats as an energy source, it will tell the low-carb dieter that it doesn’t like carbs anymore and it will find ways to get that message across. So, even if I still love halo-halo, ube ice cream, ube halaya, ube turon, ube cake, ube cheesedesal, and anything ube, I have to feast on lechon instead. Yum!
A Chinese resto has opened a branch at SM City CDO Uptown. When I had dinner at its Ayala Centrio outlet, I instantly noticed side effects: fatigue and right-hip pain. It’s understandable for me to be wary this time at its uptown branch: no sweet and sour pork, no fried lumpia. I ordered beef brisket, humba, and pork asado. No side effects puera buyag.
A friend said the side effects could have been caused by the batter and sugar for the sweet and sour pork, and the lumpia wrapper and cooking oil for the fried lumpia. Hmmm. Yup, most probably.
