Let’s face it: puto bumbong is not something anyone would describe as delicious. It’s bland, really.
But puto bumbong is also something that’s so firmly welded to the idea of a Pinoy Christmas that not eating it, even once during December, is like missing out on a big part of the Pasko experience. This was why I woke up at 5AM today: to seek out puto bumbong, to boldly eat what everyone else seems to be craving for.
Yes, it’s sentimental, but I make no apologies. Read more [+]