Native Santol

THE SCENES OF MY FATHER. On the day my mother birthed me to the world, my father put thirty Santol seedlings into the ground. Thirty, one for every year of his life culminating with the arrival of his first born, that woudl be me. The “kutseros” of the town remember him doing it, they say he made quite a scene, driving to the plaza in his shiny red Mustang and hauling horse manure in the trunk. By the time I was old enough to climb trees, the ones my father planted were already tall and pushing out fruit. Was it all my father’s plan, for his son to have such childhood joy? I would never know. Is this why Santol is my favorite fruit in the whole wide world? Now you know.

NATIVE SANTOL — P275 for 5 kilos
Helps Dupax Norte, Nueva Vizcaya