Wanting to fit in with the other kids in grade school, I would beg my mom to make me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, or bologna and cheese on Wonder Bread. Ha - not a chance. I would open my lunch box and find that she'd pack me (gasp!) steak. It would be cut up into bite-sized pieces and folded inside layer of steamed rice, flattened like a sandwich and wrapped in plastic film. Snacks? I wanted apples, oranges, bananas, potato chips, chocolate chip or oreo cookies. I would get suman, bibingka, turon. No one notices what you are eating when you're at home or at a party with people familiar with the food ~ but to take it to school for lunch?? Not even close.
My classmates would pick on me for having "weird" food. Sometimes the boys would grab it out of my hands and play catch with it until it fell to the ground. Then they would stomp on it and run away laughing.
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