A Lumpia Love Story

Pardon me if you have already read this before, but I thought it was a cute story worth sharing.  It also reminds me that this blog would be a wonderful medium to post our favorite Filipino recipes.  I am now hungry for lumpia.

The story goes like this:
And elderly man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite food, lumpia.


Gathering his remaining strength, he lifted himself from bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands he crawled to the kitchen.


With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame gazing into the kitchen.  Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven.  For there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite food, lumpia.


Was it heaven?  Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?


Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumples posture, his parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the lumpia was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life.


The aged and withered hand trembled on to the lumpia, when he was suddenly smacked with with a spatula by his wife, "Git out of here!" She shouted. "Dis are por your puneral!"


Grace Gallego Rebullida