Laughing over Lumpia

If you couldn’t already tell by my name, I am Filipino-American. For some reason, it is very common for Filipinos to give their children names that combine their parents’ names. (My mom’s name is Arleene and my dad’s name is Rubin.) I can’t speak Tagalog, Ilocano, or Visayan, I only understand the “bad” Filipino words or when my grandma is telling me to go eat and growing up we didn’t practice traditional Filipino customs. We did, however, make lumpia.

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Mad for Matcha

On Mother’s Day we made a stop at Don Quijote (anyone remember when it was Gems?) since Savers (yay for thrift store shopping!) wasn’t open yet. I know what you’re thinking. She is just one wild and crazy gal. I spent about fifteen minutes browsing in the Asian foods aisles and eventually bought this.

I have no idea what the writing on the package says.
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