Back in the good old days, in a small barrio in La Union, school children eagerly anticipated the coming of the summer season. The swishing and scratching sound of Nanang’s broomstick at 6 AM, the chuckling of the hens pecking grains, and the sunbeams peeping in the Capiz shell windows were the wake-up signals that another beautiful, sunny day adventure was yet to unfold. Nanang could have already prepared the kinirog (fried rice), boiled egg, tuyo, and coffee. Sometimes, it was just plain coffee with rice for breakfast and the same for merienda in the afternoon.
