The best Crispy Dinuguan in this bloody universe

Laoag City’s Tina Tan, one of the country’s top lifestyle bloggers, wrote in her blauearth.com, wholeheartedly I hope, that I could also be a good food blogger. Yes, I love food and I love blogging, but I’d rather write about sweet stories in a society gone sour, or bring out the spice in a phenomenon that at the surface seems bland, or sprinkle a dash of salt on agents of tastelessness.

But, this time, just this time, in the spirit of Tina Tan, who is once again a contender in this year’s Philippine Blog Awards, let me write about food. And allow me to present one that Madame Tina (she doesn’t enjoy being called this way; says she is not a fortuneteller) has not written about.

It is the best crispy dinardaraan (dinuguan) in my universe. And it is to be found neither in the famous Dawang’s in San Nicolas, arguably one of the most expensive carinderias in the country, or at the top-rated La Preciosa Fine Dining Restaurant in Laoag.

Iglesia ni Cristo, Rizal St., Brgy. 1, Laoag City

Ironically, it is located almost in front of the Iglesia ni Cristo Church along Rizal St. in Laoag City, and is adjacent to Partas Bus Trans. To the uninformed, they don’t eat animal blood.  (I am referring to members of the Church, not the bus drivers.)

The dinardaraan’s meat is as crispy as it could get and is very tasty because it is laden with fried internal organs sliced thinly. I saw there some pork bara (lungs) which is okay with me because smoking, I’m sure, is not one of a pig’s vices. The timpla is swak na swak (an observation shared by MMSU’s Kat Aguilar who I asked to taste test), and the aroma, oh-so-tempting.

Blood is poured into these crispy tidbits just before serving

Okay, I must admit it is not a healthy food. Blood is one of the riches sources of bad cholesterol. Moreover, internal organs provide you with uric acid overload. But one must always strike a balance between quality and quantity. What for is a long life without sinful pleasures? On the other hand, what for is an orgasmic life if you’re gone too soon for a second round? Even my mom, 69, who suffers from diabetes, indulges in dinardaraan. “Sagpaminsan met lang (just once in a while),” she reasons out. My dad, 74, is a blood eater, too. Continue reading “The best Crispy Dinuguan in this bloody universe”