Since moving out of the periurbs and into the real-urbs, I've seen a greater level of spontaneous industry. The density of people here allows for more itinerant vendors and sidewalk enterprises.
Along my walk to Makati Avenue is a sometimes-stall selling dubiously colored Pangasinense
bagoong and vinegar by
takal (which roughly translates into scoop), measured out into very thin plastic bags.
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| A business built around migrant appreciation of regional food. |
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| The pink colorant seeks to mimic the hue of tiny shrimp. No one gets it right. |
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| An accessible dash of umami or sourness. |
