Ode to the dalandan

Buying up dalandan at a roadside stall, en route to Real, Quezon.

Ah, how I missed you, dear dalandan!

You're not a mandarin with your green hues.

And your sweetness is mixed with a whole lot of tart!

At P10 per kilo, I'll surely get my fill -

skinned and straight into my mouth,

or all juiced up with my next meal.

(Ok, so my poetry skills leave much to be desired! :) )