Someone needs to tell my mom we don’t want to see her underwear. Not me. She might stop paying for stuff if I do.
You know you’re Cebuano if you [1] love ginabot/ chicharong bulaklak and [2] are willing to eat it at the side of the road, plastic in hand.
I didn’t start loving this Cebuano delicacy (is it a delicacy?) up until I was in college but since then, I occasionally find myself dragging my mom to our favorite secret ginabot spot by the guard house of Horse Shoe Hills in Guadalupe.
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So here’s me being a typical Cebuana girl, with my typical Cebuana girl needs. I hope you enjoy this!
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