One afternoon, we visited another Filipino family here in Toronto. After a bit of chit chat, it was time to eat. Our host excitedly served us. "I made spaghetti. It's sweet, so Pinoy!"
Rama looks at her plate. "Ayoko ng may hotdog." Uh-oh. So I pick out the hotdog bits. She takes a bite. She doesn't like it, won't eat it.
I make her a fresh plate: just noodles, olive oil, parmesan. And a few olives. She laps it up.
My friend took it very kindly: Ok itong anak mo ha. Matipid!