Sausage starters

As a kid, I developed a constant craving for longganisa or native sausage. It was a house favorite, our weekly menu always had longganisa and too much of it, actually because there were days when I’d wake up to the smell of longganisa, take two of it to school for lunch and still find some left for dinner

But I loved longganisa most on Sunday afternoons, as I sit before the boob tube holding a plateful of chicken longganisa sliced sideways and steamy rice molded into spoonfuls. I’d pop in rice and a slice of longganisa as you do with chips, and I’d happily eat away without spoons away from my mother’s prying eyes (she said I might choke).

We had longganisa days during my elementary and high school years, and that created an appetite for it and a craving that lasted until adulthood. The craving gave birth to a dream and since I‘m now an adult capable of doing what I want, I decided to take this longganisa dream seriously; thus, the Longganisa Blog.

So read and relive my (mis)adventures! I swear I’ll make this blog longannisa’s most information-loaded, experiential, visual and interactive (somehow, we’ll get to exchange words about longganisa) online source.

-Maia