FBI agents conducted a raid of a psychiatric hospital in San Diego that was under investigation for medical insurance fraud. After hours of reviewing thousands of medical records, the dozens of agents had worked up quite an appetite. The agent in charge of the investigation called a nearby pizza parlor with delivery service to order a quick dinner for his colleagues. The following telephone conversation took place and was recorded by the FBI because they were taping all conversations at the hospital.
Agent: Hello. I would like to order 19 large pizzas and 67 cans of soda.
Pizza man: And where would you like them delivered?
A: We're over at the psychiatric hospital.
P: The psychiatric hospital?
A: That's right. I'm an FBI agent.
P: You're an FBI agent?
A: That's correct. Just about everybody here is.
P: And you're at the psychiatric hospital?
A: That's correct. And make sure you don't go through the front
doors. We have them locked. You will have to go around to the
back to the service entrance to deliver the pizzas.
P: And you say you're all FBI agents?
A: That's right. How soon can you have them here?
P: And everyone at the psychiatric hospital is an FBI agent?
A: That's right. We've been here all day and we're starving.
P: How are you going to pay for all of this?
A: I have my checkbook right here.
P: And you're all FBI agents?
A: That's right. Everyone here is an FBI agent. Can you remember
to bring the pizzas and sodas to the service entrance in the
rear? We have the front doors locked.
P: I don't think so. CLICK.
Filipino Food
Kainan na... A Matter of Taste
By Matthew Sutherland
A man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner.
Samuel Johnson
I HAVE NOW BEEN in this country for over six years, and consider myself in most respects well-assimilated. However, there is one key step on the road to full assimilation which I have yet to take, and that's to eat balut. The day any of you sees me eating balut, please call immigration and ask them to issue me a Filipino passport. Because at that point there will be no turning back. Balut, for those still blissfully ignorant non-Pinoys out there, is a fertilized duck egg. It is commonly sold with salt in a piece of newspaper, much like English fish and chips, by street vendors-usually after dark, presumably so you can't see how gross it is.
It's meant to be an aphrodisiac, although I can't imagine anything more likely to dispel sexual desire than crunching on a partially-formed baby duck swimming in noxious fluid. The embryo in the egg comes in varying stages of development, but basically it is not considered macho to eat one without fully discernable feathers, beak, and claws. Some say these crunchy bits are the best. Others prefer just to drink the so-called 'soup', the vile, pungent liquid that surrounds the mentioned feathery fetus...
Food dominates the life of the Filipino. People here just love to eat. They eat at least eight times a day. These eight official meals are called, in order: breakfast,snacks,lunch, merienda, pica-pica,pulutan,dinner, and no-one-saw-me-take-that-cookie-from-the-fridge-so-it-doesn't-count.
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The short gaps in between these mealtimes are spent eating Sky Flakes from the open packet that sits on every desktop.
You're never far from food in the Philippines. If you doubt this, next time you're driving home from work, try this game. See how long you can drive without seeing food-and I don't mean a distant restaurant, or a picture of food. I mean a man on the sidewalk frying fishballs, or a man walking through the traffic selling nuts or candy. I bet it's less than one minute.
Here are some other things I've noticed about food in the Philippines. Firstly, a meal is not a meal without rice even breakfast. In the UK, I could go a whole year without eating rice. Second, it's impossible to drink without eating. A bottle of San Miguel Beer just isn't the same without gambas or beef tapa. Third, no one ventures more than two paces from their house without baon and a container of something cold to drink. You might as well ask a Filipino to leave home without his pants on.
And lastly, where I come from, you eat with a knife and fork. Here, you eat with a spoon and fork. You try eating rice swimming in sauce with a knife.
One really nice thing about Filipino food culture is that people always ask you to share their food. In my office, if you catch anyone attacking their baon, they will always go: "Sir! Kain tayo!" ("Let's eat!"). This confused me, until I realized that they didn't actually expect me to sit down and start munching on their boneless bangus [milk fish]. In fact, the polite response is something like, "No thanks, I just ate." But the principle is sound-if you have food on your plate, you are expected to share it, however hungry you are, with those who may be even hungrier.
I think that's great. In fact, this is frequently even taken one step further. Many Filipinos use "Have you eaten yet?" ("Kumain ka na?") as a general greeting, irrespective of time of day or location.
Some foreigners think Filipino food is fairly dull compared to other Asian cuisines. Actually lots of it is very good: spicy dishes like Bicol Express (strange, a dish named after a train); anything cooked in coconut milk; anything kinilaw [soaked in vinegar]; and anything adobo [soaked in soy sauce]. And it's hard to beat the sheer wanton, cholesterholic frenzy of a good old-fashioned lechon de leche feast. Dig a pit,light a fire, add 50 pounds of animal fat on a stick, and cook until crisp. Mmm, mmm...you can actually feel your arteries constricting with each successive mouthful. I also share one key Pinoy trait-a sweet tooth. I am thus the only foreigner I know who does not complain about sweet bread, sweet burgers, sweet spaghetti, sweet banana ketchup, and so on. I am a man who likes to put jam on his pizza. Try it! It's the weird food you want to avoid.
In addition to duck fetus in the half-shell, items to avoid in the Philippines include pig's blood soup (dinuguan); bull's testicle soup (the strangely-named "soup number five" - I dread to think what numbers one through four are); and the ubiquitous, stinky shrimp paste, bagoong, and its equally stinky sister, patis (fish sauce). Filipinos are so addicted to these latter items that they will even risk arrest or deportation trying to smuggle them into countries like Australia and the USA, which wisely ban the importation of items you can smell from more than 100 paces.
Then there's the small matter of the blue ice cream. I have never been able to get my brain around eating blue food; the ubiquitous ube leaves me cold.
And lastly on the subject of weird food, beware: that kalderetang kambing (goat) could well be calderetang aso (dog).. The Filipino, of course, has a well-developed sense of food humor.
Here's a typical Pinoy food joke: "I'm on a seafood diet." "What's a seafood diet?" When I see food, I eat it!" Filipinos also eat strange bits of animals-the feet, the head, the guts, etc., usually barbecued on a stick. These have been given witty names, like "Adidas" (chickens' feet); "kurbata" *tie* (either just chicken's neck, or "neck and thigh" as in "neck-tie"); "Walkman" (pigs ears); "PAL" *Philippine AirLines* (chicken wings); "helmet" (chicken heads); "IUD" (chicken intestines), and "Betamax" (video-cassette-like blocks of animal blood). Yum, yum.
Bon appetit!