A high school friend sent me a care package last week which contained this block of kesong puti from Hacienda Macalauan, which is great because I’d been craving kesong puti from for a couple of weeks. They didn’t know this, so I was happily surprised when it appeared, along with other random things for my pantry.
While the cheese and milk (also from the same farm) sent can arguably be classified as necessary pantry staples, the rest of the care package did not, and it made me happy. Having to hunker down during the quarantine meant having to mostly spend on necessities, so to suddenly have items that don’t belong in this category is cause for joy. I wasn’t giving myself permission to buy non-necessities (the occasional bag of Cheetos count as a necessity; don’t @ me), so someone else made the decision for me. Thank you!
Said friend and I used to spend a lot of time together when we were younger, to the point that our fathers were acquainted with each other. Both our fathers have passed, but we’ve both dreamed of each other’s dad once during the quarantine, and it’s been a comfort.
When you’re forced to hunker down and conserve as much resources as you can, you don’t realize what a treat being able to indulge in something beyond the necessary. So now I have a couple of chicken pies on reserve and can make instant chai if I want (I make masala chai from scratch, but it’s good to have the instant option). It’s nice to know that while I have people in my life who worry not only that I’m feeding my body, but that my spirit is getting nourishment as well.