I am ever grateful to you, young man.
Here's one guy you keep wishing you'll bump into.
Take your pick: ube, mungo, baboy? 5 pesos lang.
When he hands you the hopia wrapped in a small strip of brown paper, it's still smoking, and it smells irresistible. The crust is flakey and hot, while the inside is velvety sweet mung bean paste. Melts in your mouth. Not too heavy. Don't walk away too fast. You'll regret not having a second piece.
Hot hopia in molds, don't they look like samurai balls?
