Life with RIA

No Filipino party is complete without a Lechon. Or so I grew up thinking. Lechon reminds me of Sunday lunches. It was part of many Sunday lunches at my grandparents' homes. (Actually, it still is.) We did not always have whole roasted pig, but it was always there. Growing up, I spent Sunday lunches either with my paternal relatives in Obrero or at my maternal grandparents' home in Juna. With my paternal relatives, we'd have lechon randomly. Even up to now. Usually a kilo or two from nearby lechoneros. Lechon at Sunday Lunch Meanwhile, the other side of the family was way bigger. So we would usually have a whole pirg or two, but usually lechon de leche which was smaller, with more tender and tastier meat. Most of my cousins aimed to get ribs. I preferred the belly meat under the ribs. We spent most Sundays at my lola's house. Lunch was at 12 noon because some family members would be attending the 11 am mass. At 12 noon, we would congregate at Lola's house fo lunch, and most events and celebrations were done on those Sundays: birthdays, graduations, awards, Mothers' Day, Fathers' Day, Easter, etc. After lunch, my…