I never thought that I would miss having dried fish. I was slowly conditioning myself that chicken and steak would be a better substitute. But the village girl in me kept on resurfacing. I would prepare brewed coffee just like we had back home. Ate lots of rice until my bulges came and triumphantly stayed. Still there was something lacking. Then one fine day a Pinay friend brought me some dried fish. It was like being home once again. So for two days, I feasted on them. The smell that penetrated my kitchen didn't bother me at all. I savoured every moment and every bite. Some bitter sweet memories came rushing in. It's true what they say: "you can take away the girl out of the country but you cannot take the country out of the girl".