Yesterday our temperature here in Iowa finally wandered above 50º F. Considering that we had snow last weekend, and even had some flurries the day before with subfreezing temperature, we’re just excited that finally spring has sprung.
I was able to come home early with the sun still way up in the horizon, so I decided to go for a run outside.
I wore my brand new cool running shoes that I bought as a birthday gift for myself. I also planned to wear my new colorful running shorts and nifty running shirt that my wife got me for my birthday, but I found out they were still in the laundry. You see, like a child I need all the enticements to keep me motivated in running.
I’m proud to say that I finished my first outdoor 5-kilometer run for this year. Though I would not deny that I was a little out of condition and I struggled to complete the run.
While I was doing my run and I was on my 4th kilometer navigating through our neighborhood, I suddenly caught a whiff of a very familiar scent. I took a deep breath and inhaled it in to confirm. It was the unmistakably glorious smell of fishballs being fried in a lake of oil on a deep frying pan.
Instantly, I was transported back to my days in Manila, as if I entered a Twilight Zone. I felt I was in Forbes Avenue (now Arsenio Lacson Avenue) in front of the UST Hospital. I could almost hear the jeepneys and buses plying that route. Most afternoons, there was a fishball vendor there with his push-stall near the entrance of the hospital.
It does not matter if health experts say that it may not be “safe” to eat street foods, like fishballs, as you can get hepatitis A and some other illness, especially if you dip the fishballs in those jars of sauces. The reason is that some people do “double dip,” that is after taking a mouthful bite of their fishballs on the stick, they would dip it again in the sauce, and that’s how a disease is spread. Could it be the tincture of slobber that makes it more tasteful?
But my courageous friends and I don’t care what the experts say.
After an exhausting day in the hospital working as medical clerks (4th year medical students), we would trek down outside the hospital in our white uniform and all, and buy those delightful fishballs. While they were still hot and floating in oil, we would make “tusok-tusok” the fishballs with the stick, then dunk them in the different dipping sauces. My favorite one was the black spicy concoction with floating onions and siling labuyo. Sometimes I would also dip in the tangy sweetish brown sauce. Sometimes I would dip in all the three jars of sauce. But I swear, I don’t do double dip.
Interesting enough, during our 25th graduation anniversary meeting and reunion held in our medical school two years ago, they served fishballs on a stick during one of the breaks. They have the authentic taste like the ones peddled on the street. It was definitely a hit!
As I reached the end of the cul-de-sac, I came back to the realization that I was on a street in Iowa, and not in Manila. I looked around to search if there’s a fishball vendor around. But there was none. Just the leafless trees, brown grass, and the empty street that I was in.
Was I hallucinating? Was it because I was huffing and puffing that my brain was oxygen deprived? Or was it because I was hungry and my blood sugar level was running low? Has my brand new running shoes have anything to do with it? Or maybe I was plainly home-sick again?
Fishball, o fishball, why are you haunting me?
(*photo taken during my run)
I super love fishballs too!! Plus kikiam and chicken balls haha. You must try to double dip tho, there’s a magical twist of flavor when you do, I promise! lol. Go home soon! There’s really no place like Manila.
Ps. Great photo! Amazing photography skills! What camera did you use for that?
Thanks for dropping by. I used only iPhone to get this photo.
As a med student who dreams of going to the US, the concept of home will probably be bothersome to me when/ if I get there. I’ve always loved your nature photos and have always dreamed of living in a place like that, but hometown will still be different. My friends and I love going for fishball/ squidball breaks, too. Sometimes, we’d settle for those for lunch. 🙂
It’s never easy to be away from the place you’ve known as home. That’s why I still have pangs of home sickness even after 24 years.
That road looks so lonely.
Not that lonely actually. Few deer, wild rabbits, squirrels, chipmunks, and raccoons frequently cross that road. 🙂
Hmnnn and I thought maybe you discover a new neighbor who are also a Filipino living near your place and I thought you finally had the glorious taste of it when you see them grilling or cooking fish balls in their yard. (Laughs) I might be wishing this end in your story. In truth I’ve been missing fish balls too after 26 years of being here in the US. I probably tasted it 34 years ago since AUP doesn’t have fish balls stall either. Nice story or should I say nice hallucinations doc 😊. Thank you for this blog it made me feel I can taste the “sarsa” of those fish balls.
How I wish there’s a Filipino neighbor cooking Pinoy food. Though a fish ball street vendor in our neighborhood would be more glorious!