Tatay brought me to and from school. Our routine would be the same every morning: he'd wait for me as I changed into my hideous green jumper uniform, Inang made me pan de sal and coffee, we got in the car, drove to school, I gave him a kiss on the cheek, and got out of the car. A lot of the time I would be late, too. We never would abide by the 8:25-3:00 rule. Nope, we were there at 8:35-3:15. Or better yet, 8:45-3:30. Tatay and I were a team, he’d bring me to the corner store where he’d buy me Juicy Fruit gum. I chewed so much of it as a child that my teeth enamel started deteriorating. Off to the dentist I went in Tatay's car and he waited for me to get silver cappings on eight of my front teeth. Come to think of it, I don’t think we were always on time to those appointments either. He’d wait for me to finish watching my cartoons or I’d wait for him to finish watching “Bonanza.” We waited for each other and we were cool with that. I believe we enjoyed each other’s company anyway.
Something that I wish I didn’t wait for was 10 years.
It was 10 years before I decided to go back to the Philippines. Tatay had traveled back and forth between San Francisco and Umingan in Pangasinan, PI; however, due to his health and age, the family thought it would be best for him and Inang to remain in their homeland. I kind of let time pass by until it hit me, “What the hell was I waiting for?” I agreed to go back with my mom and sister in 2007 for Tatay and Inang’s 83rd birthday party. I also went back to the Philippines in 2009, this time bringing my boyfriend. By the end of the trip, that boyfriend would be my fiance as he asked Inang and Tatay for their blessing. It was truly one of the happiest moments of my life to see them smile and nod their heads in agreement. A girl waits for this moment her whole life and I am lucky to have shared it with them.
Last year in May, Tatay passed away. I still can’t believe he’s gone, but obviously he’s not gone from my memories. After his death, my mind was full of regret. “I wish I spent more time with him” “I wish I didn’t get him mad all the time.” “I wish I hadn’t waited THAT long to see him again.”
I could only wish that I made him proud in the 26 years I've known him. And Tatay, I still don’t abide from the 8:25 rule either. Yup, I’m still late to everything and usually have coworkers waiting for me in the morning. Besides, somethings are worth waiting for…
Balatong aka Mongo is one of those dishes you can’t rush. When I prepare it, I usually soak the mung beans as I sautee the “good stuff” which flavors the whole dish - onions, garlic, and pork, sometimes chicken. Once that mixture is cooked, add the mung beans, maybe some patis or bagoong, and wait…and wait…and wait…it would be the longest 30-45 minutes in my life. I never really know the exact time it takes for it to cook. I just wait and look for that consistency I prefer - thick and almost velvety.
This is one of the dishes that my mom taught me to cook, which only means that Inang taught her how to cook it as well. I also learned that patience is important, especially in stews like Balatong. Once I reach that point of perfection, I add spinach and get my bowl of rice ready. I like getting a ladle-full pouring it over the rice only to mix the whole thing together. Now THAT, my friends, is home. Comfort. Something worth waiting for. All the work. All the effort. All the waiting. That first bite is as satisfying as a grandfather’s hug. Again, comfort and security. The waiting - it’s worth it.

at Inang and Tatay's 83rd Birthday in the Philippines 2007