“I’m craving for Tapsilog.” (Remember Filipino breakfast math? Tapsilog = tapa / cured beef + sinangag / garlic fried rice + itlog / egg)
It was around 2AM when the craving crept into my taste buds and gurgling tummy. The Husband and I used to have a trusty go-to for tapsilog at ungodly hours, but, here in Dubai, at this hour, there was nowhere to have a quick tapsilog fix.
“Let’s go get some tapa from West Zone.” he heard my Filipino breakfast craving loud and clear; but I, for some delirious reason, declined his generous offer for a tapa run. I thought the longing for salty, vinegary, garlicky tender yet crispy beef strips with steaming hot garlic fried rice topped with a sunny-side up egg would go away in my slumber.
I was dead wrong. So wrong. You know that feeling that nothing else would ever satisfy you? This was so it.
I woke up at noon (I am on vampire hours again) still thinking of that damn tapsilog. I ate some warm parathas, yet the image of the tapsilog was still jogging, teasing me in my mind. “Habulin mo ako!” (Come and get me!”) it was calling out my name…repeatedly as did my errands, walking through the inner roads of Dubai Media City, standing on the Dubai Metro, then walking through Reef Mall and back on the Dubai Metro. It drove me crazy!
I thought that perhaps hearty meal of macaroni and cheese would slam the tapsilog craving shut, but nooooooooo. I was so full, yet still hungry for tapsilog. Dammit. Walking around with this unsatisfied craving was nonsense, so I just had to grab the craving reigns and lead my feet down the road of tapsilog gratification.
The half-lit roads, where some crazy bloke could just jump at me, did not stop me from trekking to the nearest grocery store, which carried my prized tapa and eggs in their shelves. It was 11PM. I possessed by the tapsilog craving. I had to have it or it will just persist for DAYS. Yegad.
The tapsilog nag had to stop. And so I entered to pork section, grabbed a packet of pork tapa (beef tapa was nowhere in sight unfortunately. I had to settle), and brisk walked home.
I thought it could wait until morning, but it was still calling my name! So I gave in…
I cooked the damn pork tapa and a sunny-side up egg, scooped up a heaping cup of rice onto my plate (I couldn’t do a sinangag no more. The craving already consumed me!) and sat down shaking with tapsilog anticipation. I cut up the egg and mixed it with the rice like a mad woman. Then shoveled the smallest piece of pork tapa with the egg-rice mixture onto my spoon and in it went.
Ahhhhhhhh…it was if a forest fire was put out in my tapsilog eager palate. And so did the tapsilog nag finally shut up because it was finally satisfied?
To be perfectly honest, NO. I was only half-satisfied. The problem? The tapa was made of pork and not beef. Ulk. Looks like I’m in trouble again. The tapsilog nag remains. Dundundundun.
Can someone help me quench this hankering for tapsilog? This time I’m going to make sure I get beef tapa to put this tapsilog madness to an end. A temporary one 😀
Daydreaming of delicious tapsilog,