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Pastoral Scenes

These are pictures that warm the heart of an immigrant who hasn't been back home for a while. Photos courtesy of Sikat ang Camiling, both a Facebook account and page.

Idi Nagawidak Diay Pilipinas

Our Ilocana contributor is a serious blogger, educator, and a UP Diliman schooled English major. The poem is about an OFW mother who after working abroad finally returns to her country. She laments about what she saw upon her arrival and realized she may not want to leave her family again.

Idi Nagawidak Diay Pilipinas

Aytoy ti istorya ti napan ko pinagawid

diay Pilipinas.

Iti rigat ti bumirok, ken may-yadayo

Adda pay dimmanun a balita da kenyak

A ni asawak- agpas-pasasa iti biag

Isu, uray kasanu ti kinangina ti flight,

Napanak a daras, simmugod ak

I-igkas kon ti makisina, ay haan kon mauray

A dumanon tuy pungtot ti biag.

Idi simmangpetak, atoy ti nadanunak

Nakaturog ti tallo nga annak

Ni asawak, naka-idda met, nagwara iti bot-bote

Ti gatas.

Niriing ko, in-ruar amin a marikriknak..

“Pasensiya kan, nabannuganak laeng..”

Kunana kenyak.

“Nagsiyaaten asawak, ta adda kan,

Ditoy ka lattan kuma Pilipinas

Adiay dolyar a maaw-awat, madi na mapunwan

Ti rikriknak- mailiwak, marigatanak

A awan ka nga abayak.”

Nu pababaen ti isturyak

ket atoy laengen ti ibagak-

Kalpasan ti amin a inko pinag-il-ilem,

immarakup pay laeng iti asawak,

Ti kunana, “nagsiya-aten ta nagawid ka,

addan ti makadwak..”

sa timmallikod, sa ko nangeg-

a nagregreg dagiti napispis-it a lua na...

Ngem idi simmangu, iti inna impakita-

aydi nalawag latta nga rupa na.

Awanen, awanen sabali a kasla ti asawak..

uray haan isuna ti natagari nga agayat,

Ammo kon itan, di nak uray man pay kaanu, isukat

wenno itulok na a mapasaktan ti riknak..

Awanen, awanen ti sabali a kayat ko

Napukaw iti amin a rantak nga sumina

ta iti sangwanak, dattoy ti asawak

a pakasarak, ulit-uliten man sangapulo nga biag

isu ket kakabsat, iti inyumay ko

iyayab. umay kayon to nga maki-baili, ta

talaga ipartiak, maykayon ta palayusen tayo

iti arak nga esteytsayd!

Reliving the Birth of a Second Life, a 9-11 Story

Ten years have passed since New York witnessed the terror attacks that claimed three thousands lives at its wake. Many still live with  the memory of that fateful day when their loved ones, dear friends and co-workers perished together with the iconic Twin Towers in Downtown Manhattan. 

Here's an account of  Joe Valdez, a Filipino-American of Ilocano lineage, who barely made it today. Let us follow him as he relives the birth of his second life and pray that this tragedy may never happen again to people of any race, nation and political or religious convictions.

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Opening up to others about this day sometimes relieves the anxieties that remain.

On the eve of 9/11, I found myself working past midnight in my 73rd floor office in Tower 2. The following morning, I woke up late. As I rushed from the Wall Street subway station towards the World Trade Center, I did not notice the buildings were on fire. The blaze was above my field of vision and the large crowd running in every direction was normal for that time of the day in that part of the world. Fortunately, a police officer stopped me and that was when I looked up and saw the damage. Awe-struck, I made numerous attempts to call my co-workers to warn them to evacuate the building. Through all the chaos, I heard a thunderous crack from above immediately followed by someone yelling out; "RUNNNNNNN". When I faced up, I saw the building descending upon the crowd I was standing with. I was so close to the falling tower, I knew I was not going to make it and at that moment, I accepted death.

I simply stared at the massive structure collapsing above me. A lot of things were happening but it all felt like a dream in slow motion. My senses were completely numbed, I heard only silence and I could not believe what my own eyes were telling me. As much as I wanted to run away, I was simply mesmerized. I finally snapped out of it when someone else running away bumped into me and knocked me down to the ground. As I turned to sprint, I saw another horrific sight, a stampede of people trampling over each other for survival. You probably will never see images of it on TV but I witnessed a lot of innocent people, mostly women, thrown to the ground.

Before I had a chance to run away, I was suddenly engulfed in thick black smoke and visibility turned to zero. I was not able to see my own hands. I was knocked down a second time and when I picked myself up, I did not know what direction I was facing and which way to go to avoid running into the towers. I quickly remembered that I was on a one way street, so I used my hands to feel for the front of the parked vehicles to give me a sense of direction. From the start of the collapse to this point of the story took less than 20 seconds.

After I figured out which direction to run, I was faced with another challenge. The thick black smoke was also full of debris and particles from the building. My nose and throat had clogged and breathing became impossible. Suffocating and desperate, I had to put my hand in my mouth and down my throat to dig out the toxic debris that I inhaled and swallowed. But every time I heaved for oxygen, more of the debris would block my throat. So I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled my undershirt in front of my face and over my head to filter out the smoke. As I managed to walk a block down the street, I found a man trying to kick down a window of a building. I knew he was just trying to get in the building for safety and cleaner air. He was not able to knock down the window with repeated attempts but we were able to break it together. As he ran in through the window, he was nearly killed by large falling glass crashing from the top of the window frame. I followed him into the lobby and we felt a sense of relief. However, that sentiment did not last long.

 Within less than a minute of stepping into the building, other people from the outside also forced themselves in. Because of the openings in the windows, the lobby quickly absorbed the thick smoke we were all trying to avoid. So those people rushed to vacate the lobby. I somehow found the rotating exit door and I recalled that rotating doors were designed to keep air in and out of the building. So I parked myself in one of the slots of the rotating door and was fine for a while. Then some people ran into where I was hiding and forced me out. Once again, I found myself in the darkness outside the building. I ran across the street to try to enter another building. However, as I looked in from the outside, the building lobby was crowded beyond capacity and I was disturbed when they made no effort to open the door for me. My banging on the door was ignored and those inside all had the same blank zombie-like faces. As I stood there in utter silence, I heard faint cries for help in the distance and a frantic man’s voice behind me. The only words I was able to decipher from them were; “I can’t breathe”.

With many others, I struggled to walk down the street and breathing remained a battle until I finally found a delicatessen. I rushed in to grab a bottle of water and poured it down my throat, not caring that I was also swallowing the black silt that suffocated me. I noticed a young lady employee handing water to everyone who labored past her store. She was such an angel to so many people. Rejuvenated, I grabbed as many bottles of water as I was able to hold and ran back towards the towers. I found some people crawling or fighting to move on and quickly handed them water.

After I gave away all the water, I raced towards the Brooklyn Bridge and that was when I heard another low flying plane rapidly approaching. Once again, everyone around me scattered as fast as they can and the horror I was already feeling quickly multiplied. My mind just told me to run and do not stop. I was relieved when I realized it was a military jet fighter sent to secure the area.

However, the intensity of that morning was unforgiving. Standing less than half a mile away, I turned around to see the second tower collapse. From my perspective, it was a remarkable sight. As the rumble turned to silence, standing there motionless, the magnitude of the series of events that just occurred finally struck me with full force. Convinced that all of my coworkers and friends in the towers were dead, I collapsed and fell to my knees. This time, it took me a much longer time to pick myself up.

 I found myself walking through Chinatown when I felt the need for some water and I was amazed when the stores refused to offer their water for free especially to someone who clearly just went through hell. Desperate and disgusted, I threw all the cash in my pocket at the clerk for a small bottle of water. As I staggered on, I saw a clear reflection of myself on the side of a glass building and the only part of me that was not black was my eyes. I eventually walked over six miles to the Upper East Side to meet my mother, who had no idea if her only son was still alive.   The journey back home required another long walk to Queens with the largest migration on the Queensboro Bridge I have ever seen.

Three months later in my office, my coworkers found me in a random state of shock in front of my desk with tears running down my face. I had a number of sessions with a psychologist... Until now, I deal with the psychological damages from that day.


Republished with permission.

Ilocano York Now Welcomes ANONYMOUS Posts

Ilocano York is now open to anonymous contributions! Since I welcomed contributions to my blog, I had persistent requests that names be kept confidential. I was hesitant at first thinking that a writer or contributor might submit works that aren't his own. Now realizing that not everyone is bold enough to provide a face and name to an experience or literary creation, I finally conceded. Yes, ANONYMITY is now welcome. All stories need to be told. Some people have stories that might run against common belief.  Some are afraid to publish because of public persecution. Some might have secret desires and dreams he would want to be kept as it is. Now they have a place in my blog. The freedom of expression should be upheld.  Keep the ideas flowing, and your identity in the closet. Ilocano York has matured. Email Anonymous contributions to  **LIMITATIONS**
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It’s raining … An excuse to stay home and eat champorado

Lazy Sunday afternoon, 71°F , New York City Even when I was still full from lunch, I couldn't help but salivate when I saw the  picture of  New Yorker Betsy Rhae Vergara's home cooked champorado on Facebook. She paired her version with danggit, salten-dried variety of fish that is a popular Cebuano product. Her picture brought back memories of the days when we used to have champorado and tuyo (dried salted fish best eaten when dipped in vinegar with garlic and Bicolano chili or 'labuyo) at least once week. The last time I checked, no Filipino restaurant in NYC serves this Filipino favorite on their menu yet. Champorado or chocolate rice pudding is made with glutinous rice cooked and sweetened cocoa powder  or cocoa blocks. Evaporated milk is sometimes added just before serving to loosen up the sticky consistency of the porridge. Whenever I cook it, I put coffee (instant or freshly brewed espresso) to give it that bitter coffee taste that I prefer. Chocolate is a much beloved Mexican cooking ingredient. While they cook their meats, vegetables and practically everything in chocolate, we relegated its use to desserts, drinks and sweets. This breakfast or snack dish is actually an adapted version of their Champurado, a thick chocolate drink usually eaten with churros (long and fried pastry that originated from Spain).  When our Mexican brothers  entered the country through the Spanish Galleon Trade, they introduced this delicacy to the natives. Owing to our love of rice, we cooked it with the sticky grains and dropped the churros altogether, then ate it with what else ---tuyo! TIP: Try eating it with a few drops of spiced Datu Puti vinegar as well.

Betsy Rhae Vergara's Champorado or Chocolate Rice Porridge

An Ilocano Living with Buro in New England

Burong Isda or Fermented Fish

When making my "Ano ang gusto mong pasalubong?" request, buro (fermented fish) is my usual answer. Why buro?
  1. It is my favorite food, of all time, of anything!
  2. The longer that you preserve it, the better (So, you won't even have to worry about getting it stale- never! In fact, at one time, my Nanay Aning bought a huge can of buro and I was making sure it would last me for a year and miraculously, it did - even better, actually heavenly!)
  3. It is what it is: fish and rice - both cheap and easy to buy in the Iloko region of the Philippines
  4. The immigration won't confiscate it as long as you declare it - unless you have a stop over in Hawaii and chances are, the people who are working there are Ilocanos who are also in great need of such buro supply, so there might be buro MIA case for you.
  5.  Where else on this land of fried chicken, RAGU and pasta will you ever buy buroby the tin can? Nowhere - so why not buro for pasalubong!
Buro is rather rare! But buro has something unique, hmmm...a raunchy smell! And buro, makes my neighbors cringe to their stomach and maybe grind their teeth. I like to cook buro with a lot of onions and garlic. So, one autumn day, I was sauteeing the ingredients for my buro when one of our neighbors rang the doorbell: SHE said: I'm sorry, but we were just wondering if there was an electrical line burning in your house. We have been smelling this burning smell. I said: Oh, that was my food! SHE said: Oh, I'm sorry I thought something was burning. I said: You want some, it's buro - my favorite! SHE said: Oh, NO thank you! Then she left as I enjoyed my buro with a plateful of rice, eating with my bare hands.

D’ Ampalaya Salad – So good, You’ll Turn Loco!

Again I came across a very interesting recipe shared by Karlo Primero that he posted on his Facebook wall. I haven't tasted nor cooked it yet, but those who tried it gave the dish very good reviews. I think this would make a good side dish for fried or grilled fish. Here is the procedure as posted by Karlo that I just copied verbatim:
Sounds really promising ...
Here's a picture of Karlo, the ampalaya-lover.

It's so good you will become crazy like the cook.

Dinengdeng for the Terminally Single

I was browsing through Facebook this morning and saw this picture of dinengdeng  posted by Princess Grace Dulay, an Ilocano based in the Middle East.

Dinengdeng by true blue Ilocano, Princess Grace Dulay

As pictured the dish looked authentic and was presented very threadbare and meager, which is characteristically Ilocano. Though not visually appetizing to anyone used to the elaborate and artistic culinary presentations, I am sure that this is one yummy dinengdeng that was even made more special because it was cooked outside Ilocandia shores. I christened her version as 'dinengdeng for the terminally single' because it has papaya as a major ingredient, a medically proven contraceptive, and even some believe has anaphrodisiac effects when consumed in large amounts. For her version of dinengdeng, Princess also used string beans and jute leaves with the papaya.

Dinengdeng, or inabraw is a Ilocano dish or a method of cooking vegetables that is a staple within Ilocano circles yet not widely known in other areas of the Philippines. A very distant cousin of pinakbet, the only similarity is that they are both bagoong-based dishes that makes use of easily accessible vegetables. Pinakbet has more ingredients and much more elaborate in preparation compared to dinengdeng. The dinengdeng ingredients vary depending on what is available or in-season (meaning cheap).


1. In a pot boil sliced tomatoes, onions, bagoong monamon or any sagpaw or sahog (a non-vegetable ingredient).  Use 2-3 cups of water and the amount of bagoong according to desired taste. I usually use one teaspoon for every cup of water. For sahog, Ilocanos usually use leftover meat or fish. Also common are tiny shrimp called ‘kurus’, grilled fish, or any dried fish.

2. After the tomatoes melt, put the vegetables one by one. Start with the hardest vegetable in your chosen vegetable medley. There are popular combos but technically, any edible root, leaves, bean or fruit that will taste good together can be thrown into the pot. Pick any 3 or more in-season vegetables. Keep in mind that dinengdeng is usually better half-cooked and prepared just enough for one meal. Like any vegetable dish, dinengdeng is best consumed immediately after cooking.


Set 1: patola, dahon ng kalabasa and sitaw

Set 2: malunggay, papaya and sitaw

Set 3: gabi tubers, sitaw and sabiddukong

Set 4: saluyot, bamboo shoot and alukon

Click here for pictures of popular DINENGDENG INGREDIENTS.

Experiment with different ingredients. What I usually do is pick my most favorite vegetables for my dinengdeng. Enjoy!  

Eavesdropping American Husband

Ilocano wife phone chats with her sister in the Philippines as American Husband listens in the background Ilocano wife: Hay na adiay kua ket madi met nga malmalpas sen. Madik kuma ngarud nga kayat ngem adiay kua da met ket sige met lattan. American husband: Hmmm…(thinking to himself) Ilocano wife: Wen ah, diay kua ket nagpintas nga taltalaga. Umay ka met nga agbisita nu kwa a. American husband: Hmmm…(again thinking to himself) Ilocano wife: Wen – basta nu umay ka dittoy ipasyar ka diay cua da Maricar tapno makitam met nu kasanu iti kasasaad da met ah. American husband: Hmmm…(again thinking to himself for the third time)…Honey (signaling his wife to stop) Ilocano wife: Okay sige ngarud kabsat, tu maminsan manen. (hangs up the phone) American husband: Honey, who is Jay Cua that you keep talking about?

Siak Ket Ilocano, an Ilocano Poem

ilocano ak
      Wen Manang, Ilocano ak. Madik nga mai-lemmeng. Uray pay nu kuna da nga estetsayd ak kon. Ket adda met iti nagbaliwan iti kudil kon Siak iti pudno nga pay laeng nga Ilocano.Wen Manang, Ilokano ak. Nu iti rupa siguro, madim nga malasin Ta pimmudaw ni kabagis mon Ngem nu denggem nak, Ay na Manang ko Mai bagam nga dis oras – awan nagbaliwakWen Manang, Ilokano ak. Nu agsarita-ak, ammo mon nu ampay. Nu maibittaw ko, “Diay bangir, baket!” Anda pay iti kadwa na natibkir nga sao Ammo mom Manang ko, nu ampay. Nu kunak kenyam ket, “Diay kua, ngarud!” Ammo mom nga agpapayso ak nga Ilocano. Umasideg ka kenyak, iyarasaas ko, Ammom kadi appay nga Ilocano ak?Wen Manang, Ilokano ak. Isu iti napigsa nga pammatik. Isu iti kabibiag ko. Isu iti biag ko. Isu iti indakkel ko. Siak ket Ilocano.Ken maipasindayaw ko.