Bicol, Mindoro, Marinduque.
Fiending for buri fruit at the wrong time of year, I trekked over to Asuncion, Manila for a futile search of the palm goodies. That is where you go for fruit of all kinds. And above are the signs for the trucking services that make the marketplace happen.
Mmmm.
All I can do now is stare at an old photo of it and wait until October, or so the other vendors tell me. I bought it from a roving vendor (who told me about Asuncion) selling the chewy, bite-sized, palm fruit chilled on a hot day on Juan Luna Street.
Mmmmmmm- mmm.
