Special Bulalo

There are so many times that I visited the province before and one of those memories I won't forget was the restaurant along the high way as a stop over for us to each meal. Either it could be a lunch, dinner or breakfast. During lunch time, I remember this bulalo that I found in my gallery. I took it many years ago but the looks and taste of this soup is still in my mouth. I am not craving it but I didn't find it here in the city.

The aroma of the fresh spring onions being mix infront of us from the hot boiled soup, smelled differently. I also loved the skin of the cow. Maybe it is the collagen of the cow's meat. It was gummy like gelatine every bite made. I felt hungry now but it is just a dream. The province is too far and could not travel alone this time.

Happy weekend!