I could still remember how the brown crystal-like skin of pig crackled when hit by a butcher knife. Would I fear either the browned pig with steam coming out of the meat or the huge ugly guy murdering the pig? That was my first encounter with lechon, and I still could remember how we strolled on the gutter of some streets in Baclaran with people offering us this piece of meat to try with an odd head of a brown pig with an apple crunched in its mouth. But this I couldn't also forget, how we ended up in a karinderia with lechon paraded on the side of this joint. I still don't know how to read properly at that time, but the place stuck in my memory bank forever, as it was my first time to eat a lechon.
