A harvest of green grains. Rice not fully matured that my friends and I would cheerfully run into the quintessential snack of our childhood. After hours of pounding and toasting, voila! Pinipig! Fragrant and crunchy. Festive food for hungry stomachs. A version of mana on our province, bountiful and tasteful.

One of my happiest memories from having grown up in the agricultural land of Nueva Ecija.