I just picked up a package from my sister’s friend who arrived from Manila last night. Braving the cold temperatures outside, I walked down to the hotel two blocks away from my building and eagerly picked up my package from the front desk. For my part, I left a small box of treats for him to enjoy — just a little sampling of New York.
So who cares if I have only 4 cheese tarts? And that the pastillas are not my beloved Goldilocks? My poor brother and sister-in-law had reportedly canvassed 4 different outlets and came up empty handed. I’m not complaining. The pastillas produced in these parts taste differently, presumably because of a difference in the ingredients. And cheese tarts are almost unheard of. The one time I got lucky in California, they tasted and felt different once I had started eating one. I am smiling as I type away thinking of all these good memories associated with Goldilocks. I love, love, love their goodies — having grown up with them.
I remember when I was younger, birthday cakes were either Goldilocks or Jonis. A quick scan through Google shows that Jonis is still around, but they don’t seem to have a website. I used to love their butter cake slice and macaroons… My Dad even used to bring us to their head office somewhere in Manila to order our birthday cakes. I remember how much of a treat that was to go through this thick photo album they had where you were supposed to pick the design.
My birthday falls 5 days ahead of my brother, Abril’s, so we usually had two cakes or a joint cake whenever we had a birthday party. Memories brought on by simple joys.. =)