Puto

On the road to Dagupan most every day that we were visiting Henri at the hospital, we would pass through Calasiao, a town known for it's street long strip of puto vendors. The booths are all lined up in a row, each with the name of the lady in charge of that particular booth painted prominently on it. And all these booths are beneath a larger sign that says Calasiao Puto Producers Association (or something like that. I'll try to find a picture of the sign.) Anyway, if you stop for a few seconds to look, like mermaids, the vendors, who are mostly young women, would start waving to you, hoping that you would pick their particular booth to do business with. I had always remarked to Marisol, that one day, when we have time, I'd stop and buy some Puto to sample. Sure enough, as I got out of the van, every vendor began to wave to me, "Sir, sir!" Basically, I chose the nearest one, Alegria, as you can see by the pictures, paid my pesos and returned with the loot! DEEELICIOUS!