Chapter TwentyGinataang Bilo-Bilo
1 cup of glutinous rice flour
1 cup of water
2 cups of coconut milk
1 cup of water
3/4 cup of sugar
3 sweet potatoes, cubed
3 pieces of saba, cubed
1/2 cup of sliced jackfruit
1 3/4 cups of cooked sago
young love
When puberty hit and we grew boobs, my friends and I would compare each other’s bra sizes and liken our boobs to fruits. The running joke was: Dani’s carrying kiwis, I’m bearing apples, Issa, oranges, and Summer, a hefty pair of melons. Summer would pinch all of us and moan, “You want me to fall on my face?”
“Why not?” Issa would say, earning herself the prized Summer glare.
“I hate you,” Summer would shoot back.
“Okay, how about papayas?” Issa would reply.
Summer would pinch her again and mutter, “They’re not even round.” Dani and
