It is like mining for gold. The treasure is inconspicuous. I wandered in and saw nothing. All the signs advertise empanada but the display cases are empty and the cauldrons cold. What the hell?
Another fills it with vegetables, glorious Vigan longganisa, and a freshly cracked egg before sealing.
Finally, the cauldron awakens to a rolling boil and the empanadas take a bath. The entire operation is both a symphony and machine.
The result is the most beautiful empanada I have eaten in my life. From a street food vendor! Its crispness fascinates me. The sound of a bone snapping from a skiing accident.
But inside, the vegetables are as fresh as they were before sealing. And the egg! Runny and creamy, dripping all over my mouth and fingers.
I have to stop talking now. I need to eat ten more of these. Goodbye.