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| Posted in | Posted on Saturday, February 14, 2009

A couple of months ago my coworker brought a box of delicious pastries from his native province 5 hours north of Metro Manila. They were so damn good we started calling them space cakes even though there was no funny ingredient included in preparing these goodies.

His last trip to his hometown, I asked him to buy me a box of my favorite. This one has coconut macaroons in the middle!


Don't even bother hitting me up for a box.

Jammi crosses 3 rivers and rides a carabao for 8 hours just to get these.

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