Can you give me a minute? I need to take my medication. Ahh… there — I think I’ll survive after all. And if I don’t, well, I could not have thought of a better last meal. Or dessert. Whatever. Seriously.
Kap had dropped off a bunch of petite saging mundoy the other afternoon. By the next day they still lay on the counter, looking worse for age (these things can go petty fast), so I decided to make minatamis out of them. Two cups of white sugar dissolved in three of water, boiled, then in went about two dozens peeled bananas (pinch of salt and splash of vanilla extract too). Took 25 minutes to soften at a brisk simmer.
Hold on — I need to take this call… Okay, that was Jenny, said she had left her phone in her room, missed my call, and now she’s coming over. That was the idea anyway, so we could split that sundae, call it a banana split, so to speak — or a split banana sundae, if you’re a stickler for that sort of thing, which I am, kind of, because as you can very well see I used the minatamis whole, besides mundoy is so small I had to put in two, plus a good spoonful of the caramel, then a dollop of mangosteen jam on top. But since Jenny wasn’t answering, I had it all to myself. I can always assemble her a new one when she gets here. Meanwhile, I catch my breath.
Yes, I feel faint. Perhaps I should have held off on walnuts and wafer sticks. But then what’s an ice cream sundae without something crunchy, nutty — hell, both? Seriously. Just give me a minute. A minute is all I need.
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