A review by undisciplinedbeing
Arsenic and Adobo by Mia P. Manansala

5.0

"Besides, I hate seeing someone unsatisfied with their food. It means they’re going unnurtured. Unfed."

Please do not read this book while you are hungry, because the specific, salivating description of food and how you can imagine them gracing your tastebuds are what I'm living for. When I first read the title of this book, I knew it will bring me to this journey of getting in touch with my roots, and food is an interesting way to bring us back where we should belong, in pleasure.

“Lila, this is what’s wrong with your generation. All you care about is yourself—your dreams, your needs, your independence. What about your family?”

This quote struck me (I started reading this while the Moon transit my fourth house of home and roots and family) because I know majority of millenials feels like they are out of touch of the idea of family. Especially if you are displaced, grow up in a diaspora, where you are picking up pieces that were left by your ancestors. This book make you feel like you are missing something, yet it fills up all the void.

Overall, a very enticing read and I'm pretty excited to get to the second book!