Breakfast in Malatapay

So there we were, partially seawater-soaked and reeling from the stormy-ish banca ride from tiny Apo island back to the mainland. The Malatapay wharf was a welcome sight--any more of the light wave-tossing and we would have been on our knees praying to the high heavens for swift deliverance. The waves we'rent THAT big...but we were land dwellers, and anything that can toss an outrigger banca from side to side was bound to freak us out, my Lolo included.

Our captain was unfazed, though. He probably knows that waves that small were no match for his bamboo outriggers. But that didn't help us any, and we still silently freaked out the whole ride back to Malatapay.

Land! Finally!
Dizzy and hungry, (and wet) we found our way to our car which was parked beside the few eateries that are open during the entire week (the rest only magically come to life on Wednesdays, Malatapay market day). Cars of tourists heading for Apo can park here, and owners can hope that no coconuts fall on their Rovers and CR-Vs while they soak up the sun on the island. We left ours in the care of the guy who sleeps in the eatery at night, for a small fee.

Posing at the eatery. Making do with the tarpaulin as a backdrop. Smile!
Fortunately, the owner of one of the eateries, Mrs. Mila, was already up and about, preparing the usual breakfast for her customers, which usually consists of banca operators and other fishermen. The breakfast menu was all fish-- fish deep -fried in hot oil and garlic, and fish soup, floating in spring onions, tomatoes, green chili, garlic, ginger and lemongrass. My only regret is that I have forgotten what kind of fish it was. But one thing is for sure: that fish was deliscious!

Nang Mila, preparing our breakfast


Fried fish with garlic

We had 3 or 4 more plates of this. We ate them all.
Fish soup (fish swimming in spring onions, garlic, tomatoes, and green chili)

Love the fish eyes. But Lolo got to them first.


Coke. That's right, good 'ol Coca Cola for breakfast.

The fresh meal was a welcome change from the tuyok-manok and precooked sausages that we had brought to the island, only to have the majority of it go bad because we made the mistake of bringing too many (We ended up giving the bad tuyok-manok to the Liberty staff so that they could feed it to the dogs.)

Long story short, we decided to have breakfast at Nang Mila's. She served us the entire batch (the fishermen had to get their breakfast at the opposite eatery), and we drowned 2 bottles of Coke in the process (for breakfast!). There's something really refreshing and healthy about eating food that is fresh and without any trace of preservatives. The whole thing is easy on the gullet, and you don't have that uncomfortable sence of pseudo-fullness that you get when eating fatty and processed foodstuff. And for a total of 8 people, we only had to pay 500 pesos! Pretty cheap, eh, considering that the fish was still flopping helplessly on the bamboo counter when we arrived.

While we ate, Manang Mila's assistant also entertained us with various stories of Apo, from shipwrecks to elopements, while she stirred the pot of fish soup.

2 comments:

Z'riz said...

Wow! I Miss SUTUKIL sa Malatapay...hayyy....I'll prolly drop by Malatapay when I get home...my hubby's family is originally from Dauin. hehehe

JoSeLLE said...

ah, sutukil diay tawag ana hehe. Didn't know that. The only sutukil I know is the one in Cebu. Yeah, you should drop by sometime... nothing beats fresh seafood!!!

 

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