I heard it while I was just sitting inside. That long, familiar shout outside. 'Tahoooo!'
Instantly I ran to the door. 'Pabili!' I shouted back. I told him, 'Wait lang, kukuha ako ng baso.' I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed my black mug, the one you see in the photo.
I really missed this. It has been a long time. Maybe months since I last had taho from the street vendor. When he poured it, the steam was still rising. Mainit pa talaga.
You know that feeling? Soft silken tofu, dark sweet arnibal, and those small chewy sago pearls mixing together. Simple but so comforting. It took me back to childhood mornings, waiting by the gate with a coin and a plastic cup.
Life does not need to be complicated. Sometimes a warm mug like this is enough to make your whole morning better. I finished it fast because it was just that good. Masarap. If you hear him shouting outside today, go out. Buy one. Trust me you will smile after the first spoonful.