"The Sisig Ambiguity ..."

"Isang sisig nga po for take out!" Then one starts to wonder, ulam or pulutan?

And the truth is Sisig is just as confused as heck as we all are.

Sisig was supposed to be as manly as those tattooed tambays in the kanto downing on gin-kalamansi, able to keep a straight face without even the slightest flinch on every chug of tagay.

That's how astig the Sisig's primal course of fate was, in fact, even the physics of sound will not allow you to utter the word sisig in any sweet tone nor manner (you tried, didn't you? admit it, it does not sound right does it?). Vocal chords revs up with vibrating roughness at every mention of sisig as if telling everyone to shut up, sit down and listen.

But then, time changes all things, and even this commanding pulutan general was not an exemption. Just like you, me and how we feel for each other. Now, there's only a cloud of confusion, no doubts about love, but confusion if it's me you truly love or him who stands secretly in the dark. *hugot*

The rowdy Sisig became a canteen dish, a flag carrier of group meals, was labeled a pinoy comfort food and was even considered perfect for stress eating too. The sili became optional. The calamansi too. Raw eggs cooking atop a sizzling sisig became a sight to behold. And as much as his kapampangan roots wanted to stay truly pinoy, he was westernized by a slab of mayonnaise.

People does not even know anymore that sisig means "to make sour". Here he was adorned with different spices and ingredients when all he knew was this, he is at his best given the simplest of recipe.

Sisig became a crowd pleaser in his disdain. Gents, Ladies, young and old.  Yet, over the years, through all the confusion, he tried to understand and learn.

Aaah, perhaps this is life.

Though he was supposed to be in the ranks of Spain's Tapas, France's Escargot, Canada's Poutine, Russia's Vobla, Scotland's Haggis and many other gastropub foods around the world, Sisig learned to adapt, evolve and exist to exceed his known identity, realizing that at times, one's purpose is greater than one's identity.

*with glass raised*

Here's a toast when you are confronted with the same Sisig Ambiguity in life, i wish you courage to lose your identity to live out your purpose bravely, and regain back an improved version of yourself along the process.

*Kampai*

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