The title of this post, while probably true, is horribly deceptive and for that I apologize. The Filipino food I am referring to cannot be found in any restaurant, but rather is the end product of the loving hands of a woman named Cora. Not the Cora featured in the children's book Cora Cooks Pancit (which I have been reading to my boys regularly), but rather my Auntie Cora who paid a visit just last week.
This Cora Cooks Pancit,
but I bet my Aunt Cora cooks it better
While my now four-month-old twins have been mostly a hindrance to my food-eating experiences, this is one instance in which my twins brought the food to me. You see my Auntie Cora from Chicago (via the Philippines) has a son in Boulder, and while I've visited her there a couple of times, never has she had a reason to come see me in Denver. Twins, however, provide an enormous amount of relative-drawing power (in fact it is useless to try and stop it). And on top of that people generally assume (correctly, I might add) that my wife and I have little time for cooking a proper meal. What this meant for us was that my aunt not only came to visit, but brought with her copious amounts of pancit, bags and bags full of frozen hand-rolled lumpia and dozens of adobo chicken wings.
We had several days of pure Filipino joy. Thanks again Auntie Cora!