“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.” - J. R. R. Tolkien
A smiling hefty man in a checkered polo shirt held his hands out for us to shake. After an hour and a half of car travel to the edge of Davao City in Buda, Marilog District, he greeted and welcomed mi familia and some friends into the Bosco Organic Farming Training Centre for Indigenous Youth. Fr. Franco Urras, a Salesian priest, lead us into the organic herb garden and a dining table to have lunch al fresco. We took a quick look at the garden while he instructed his staff to prepare lunch for us. He excused himself as he wasn’t feeling well but encouraged us to enjoy the place.
We ventured into the herb farm, indulging in the sight , texture and aroma of the herbs grown in make-shift pots and converted tyres. The sweet scent of basilico and the aromatic rosemary filled was relaxing for me. Some of the herbs were new for me but I still enjoyed looking at them.
A few snaps of the place, plants and people before I was called to eat the piping hot pizza, sun-dried tomato-herb bread with tuna-olive spread… Delish! The garden salad came dressed with olive-oil, vinegar and sun-dried tomatoes. It was served in a platter good for 8 and we were only 6… Wooah!
|ton load of pasta|
Fr. Franco came out and asked if it was okay for us to wait for 10 minutes as they were still preparing the other dishes.. “What? There’s more?” I told myself. I was full and yet the pasta platter of spaghetti coated with tomato sauce, herbs, sun dried tomatoes topped with parmesan cheese was begging to be eaten. Two other plates came. One was paella valenciana with chicken liver tid-bits. The other, I thought was beef. it wasn’t. What it was is glutinous rice sweetened with brown sugar (locally known as biko) and topped with (and here is where it simply works) coco sugar brittle! “Where will I put these?” I wondered. But one thing I am glad about was that I wasn’t on my fast that day. Because it was a bloomin’ feast!!! (and yes I partook of the biko… two servings in fact. ; ) ) It was all gooood! And besides there is always room for dessert, methinks.
|classic 3 cup stove top percolator|
We settled and enjoyed the cool 26C weather as Fr. Franco tells us about the five year program he developed for the Indigenous People (IP). Nomadic in nature, the IP youth are taught knowledge and skills in agriculture, in what father hopes to, develop and sustain themselves in their ancestral lands through farming. It’s difficult but he is hopeful given the support of the people and visitors of the centre.
We bought the tuna spread , sun dried tomatoes and herbs. Rosemary, celery and parsley plants, we took away with us and hopefully we can grow them in the lowlands.
Fr. Franco called us and showed us how to use the herbs in more ways than just cooking. He got a long stalk of parsley and nibbled starting from the stalk and chewed his way towards the leaves. After eating it, he said that parsley is good way to freshen the breath after eating garlic, onions and even durian!
|the gourmet goodies|
|the author and padre franco urras, sdb|
We bade farewell and promised to be back with friends to help support his advocacy through food, He promised to whip us up a better Italian menu if we call ahead. We hugged and said Grazie e arrivederci!
How to get there: go up to Marilog district after the famous Seagull Mountain. The Center is just literally after the “Thank you for visiting Davao City” sign. There is a driveway that leads to some structures or screened green houses.
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