Halo-halo: the frozen dessert of my people.
Hard to see the shaved ice buried underneath the ube ice cream and layered with cubes of coconut gel, jackfruit strips, condensed milk, beans, ube jam, and — much to my delight — corn. (My dad put creamed corn in it when I was growing up, and I have yet to find anybody else who does.)
F refused twice to try it. She seemed genuinely hurt when I kiddingly called her a communist for refusing. (Maybe it’s a generational thing.)
