Chapter 166: A Dish From Home Part 2
The morning sun filtered softly through the wooden slats of the window shutters, casting golden stripes across the kitchen floor. The scent of yesterday’s adobo still faintly lingered in the air—now mingled with the faint aroma of freshly steeped tea. It was quiet, peaceful, and for once, the weight of the world outside felt far away.
Inigo stood at the counter again, hands folded, gaze drifting thoughtfully toward the closed pantry door. He glanced over his shoulder at Lyra, who sat cross-legged at the table with her chin resting on her palm, watching him with sleepy curiosity.
"You’re planning something," she said, half-amused.
"You’re damn right I am," Inigo said. "I made you dinner yesterday. Today, you’re having breakfast from my world."
Lyra blinked. "Another one?"
"Another one. I promised."
She smiled and stretched her arms over her head. "Alright then, show me what breakfast looks like where you’re from."
Inigo turned back to the shelves, rummaging carefully. "It’s something simple, but it hits hard when made right." His voice carried a mix of fondness and determination. "We call it ’silog.’"
"Silog?" Lyra repeated.
"Yup. It’s a portmanteau. Garlic fried rice, eggs, and some kind of meat. Tapsilog is with beef tapa. Tosilog is with sweet pork. Longsilog uses longganisa, which is a garlicky sausage. But I’m improvising today."
He pulled out the remaining rice from yesterday and placed it in a bowl. Then, he reached for a small pouch of local sausages they bought from the market on a whim.
"It won’t be exactly the same, but it’s close enough."