NOM NOM NOM [BOROCAY ISLAND STYLE]

This is the beginning of a seven hour lunch. This is the kind of lunch that puts you in bed at 8:30 pm on holiday. Goulash. Sauerkraut. Potatoes. Feta. And really, I don't even know what else.

This is also the kind of lunch that gets you invited back by the owner to enjoy prawns so shockingly delicious you'll immediately catapult every other memory of food straight to the curb.

The food on the island was so wonderful, so succulent, and sometimes so absolutely humiliatingly lovely in comparison to any food I've eaten in my life. (And dude, I've had some really good food.)

This whole vacation I ate. I learned to forgo forks. That's how passionately I wanted this food in my mouth. Thai. Greek. Austrian. American. Philippino. And these prawns. The prawns deserve their own entry, as they are an entire seperate entity of this vacation as far as categorization goes in my brain.

I wish I had food vocabulary. I'd make such a shit food journalist because they only words I have for excellent food are more like indecent animal noises.

Here they are. My portion of 1.2 kilos of juicy, delectable prawns.