(SPOT.ph)Ā There are seven boxes of buko pie lumped together on the backĀ seat of our chilly van, grouped by brand and held together by twine. As the gust from the AC pierce at my cheeks, the warmth from the pies tempt me to open a box and nibble at its contentājust like I used to many moons ago, back in the day when my dad and I would make the trip to Los BaƱos, Laguna.Ā Excursions to these parts have always sparked nostalgia. Los BaƱos, after all, is not only my father's hometown; it's where I was born.
For as long as I can remember, trips here meant feasting on two local staples: for my dad, it'sĀ pansit luglogĀ whose noodles he would slurp in between bites of hotĀ pan de sal; and for me, buko pie.Ā If we arrived before 8 a.m., we could enjoy the pieĀ piping hot and (almost) fresh out of the oven. We'd cut our slices with a plastic knife, hold them with our fingers like we would a slice of pizza, and nosh away while we catch up on life with aunts, uncles, and cousinsāthe same people who would buy us boxes of the delicacy to bring home back toĀ Metro Manila. If we were feeling peckish, by the time we make it to our house in QC, only half the pie would remain.Ā Ā
"It was part of the excitement of road travel at that time. To have that nice, hotĀ bukoĀ pie you can enjoy, even just in the vehicleĀ pa lang, whether you're in a bus or you're in your car," shares the writer and innkeeperĀ An Mercado Alcantara,Ā proprietor ofĀ Casa San Pablo in San Pablo, Laguna, throwing it back to some unidentified point in the distant past.Ā
"We would stop at aĀ bukoĀ pie stall... it was like an early drive-through at the time. You didn't even have to get off the car. Sometimes theĀ bukoĀ pie would be handed to you and it would be hot in the box. And when you open it, it's already cut. You bite into that yummy, hot crust, and then inside its gooey, creamy coconut. [To have that] While you are in a long tripāay!Ā It was delicious. I remember it was a little bit messy, but not too bad," shares the former editor ofĀ Good Housekeeping Philippines.
I meet (virtually) An in the process of completing this story, which is an exploration into the beginnings and the art of making one of the country's most iconic delicacies. Hence the boxes of still-warm buko pie at the backseat of the van, which I restrain myself from opening because they need to be in their best form for the photographs that will accompany this feature. There seems to be very little written about the history of buko pies out there, and I thought it would be great to find out how it startedāthis beautiful snack that connects me to my father's roots and which never fails to take me back to simpler times.Ā
It had been a while since I was last in Laguna, and today's visit has given me the pleasure ofĀ meetingĀ Divinia Baclig, a classmate of my dad at the University of the Philippines Los BaƱos Rural High School in the 1970s. A jolly persona with a lovely crown of white hair, Baclig ownsĀ DāViniaās Buko Pie, one of theĀ classic brands hereabouts and whose main shop on National Highway, PansolĀ welcomes our team. This particular branchĀ housesĀ a baking area, where we watch the staff mixing, rolling, cutting, filling, and putting pie tins in and out of the industrial oven. The sight of smoke may spark alarm to some, but the rhythmic motion of people working, of pies being made offer a sense of calm. We see a baker pull out pie after pie from the oven using a large metal tool. The man is swift but precise, pointing to his long experience at the job.
Pie is about as American as it gets, but buko pieĀ is distinctly FilipinoĀ in that it highlights freshĀ young coconut, typically embedded in some sort of cream or custard which holds things together. BukoĀ has that supple texture and delicate taste that when used with the Filipino palate in mind lends the resulting dishāa pie in this caseāa completely different personality. One thatās lighter, more ethereal, perfect for being nibbled on any time of the day.
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