Payless Instant Mami--A Travel Back in Time
Imagine my surprise when, finally, I could take hold of Payless Instant Mami again after so many years. I had been looking for this instant chicken noodle soup for longer than I can recall. I got four packs of these noodles, among many other groceries, from our Local Government Unit when I completed the second dose of my vaccine.
The sight instantly brought me back to the memories of yesteryears when my brother and I were high schoolers, struggling financially. The nearest high school was almost eight kilometers away, and there was no regular transportation system at that time. We had to stay in a boarding house. On Sunday afternoons, we, along with other students from our far-flung farming village, would go to the población carrying our week’s supply of foods—the kind that would not go bad immediately, the kind that would last five days, for we had no refrigerator to keep them in. We would be carrying two gantas of rice, some bottle gourd, squash, eggplants, sweet potatoes, and the like. On Friday afternoons, we’d go back home to our barrio in an overcrowded jeepney that bravely traversed the rough and winding roads.