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My Ballot experience

28 May, 2008

Last May 28, 2008, at such an early ear-bugling moment, (2am) I, together with Beki, Aljohn, Kuya doodz, and Kuya jet, ate ballot and Penoy. Actually, only Kuya Jet and I ate ballot, the rest ate Penoy. I told Kuya Jet I wanted to eat ballot on one of our night laag/libre. It so happened during the Lumbia Kids' Summer Camp a ballot vendor came to cross our road. And since we were so darn interrupted of our sleep because of those "feeling-nice-voice-drunk-people" who took the microphone and rented the videoke machine up until 3 am, I bugged Kuya jet and others to take a break from trying to sleep and eat ballot or penoy instead. My convincing power is still good and within minutes, we were all eating.

I asked Kuya jet to teach me how to eat ballot. He first instructed me not to look at the inside and to partially open the shell and place a little bit salt. I followed as instructed but added vinegar. He then said I had to sip the juice. It tasted weird, a bit rotten and a bit not, I really can't comprehen what it tasted like. Then I slowly opened it half way. Kuya jet finished his ballot first, as I was struggling to gulp the huge chunk. I placed vinegar (a lot) and gulped/sipped the ballot. With in seconds, I coughed out the juice I sipped and to think, kuya jet was infront of me! I spitted out the vinegar and the remaining juice on kuya jet's hand because my throat can't stand the acidity of the vinegar! *(waaah! sorry kuya jet)* After which, I ate the entire chunk. It tasted like a normal egg. I didn't feel any feather or head at all. Maybe the egg that I chose was not that old or something although I am pretty much sure there was a black portion inside, I am just not sure if it was the chick.

The experience was nice and memorable. I had to spit on someone's hand to learn how to eat. (nyaha! ) Above it all, I am proud to say I ATE A BALLOT AND IT TASTED GOOD! thanks to Beki, Aljohn, Kuya doodz, and of course Kuya jet for accompanying me on this remarkable moment. haha


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