The Chicharon Catastrophe: A Cebuano Tooth Tale
The sun was high over Carcar City, and the scent of sizzling pork skin filled the air. I had just bought a steaming bag of Carcar’s famous chicharon—golden, crispy, and glistening with sinful deliciousness. My stomach growled in approval as I climbed back into the car, ready for the ultimate snack attack.
First bite. Crunch. Heaven.
Second bite. CRACK.
