I had the last taste of the vegetable when I was craving for food while pregnant with my first child, Kay. The mother-in-law cooked sweet and sour lapu-lapu and I hated it. Everybody in the table was in for a joyous ride with the deliciously cooked lapu-lapu while I sulk. Suddenly, I smelled something at Ate Rose’s house nearby. Lo, it was pinakbet with bulaklak ng katuray. It was surprisingly good and very tasty as I remember it. Among the veggies in that pinakbet was the ‘bunga ng malunggay’. I devoured the whole plate of pinakbet with gusto to the shock of everybody. It’s a good thing though that they understood how it is like with a pregnant woman. 😀
There is a story though.
It was about an experience in my elementary days when a rowdy boy classmate called me ‘bulaklak ng katuray’. You know, the usual name-calling when we were all very young, naughty (bad?), or unthinking. I did not understand why but it sounded bad to me because he and the other boys were laughing very hard. It did not leave my memory – the boy, the scene, the laughter. Perhaps I looked like a ‘bulaklak ng katuray’ whatever that means that time. I can actually surmise now and make a long list of why he called me that name. The thing is it does not have an effect on me now honestly. I remember being hurt that time but not like carrying the (emotional) hurt until now as one of the classmates implied. How could one brood on memories like that and be bitter about it when understandably, we were all very young and very different from what we are now? Besides, looking at the bulaklak ng katuray in that image above, how could I be slighted? If only I knew that time how it looked like, I could have felt proud to be compared with that pretty cream-colored petals of a flower. I could have danced and be cheated instead with the thought ha ha.
Anyway, it always feels good to see once again classmates in the elementary and high school days albeit in pictures. It is interesting to see how my crushes look like now. It is interesting how the girls had bloomed to lovely middle-aged women (of course, it also goes with the boys).