Albeit that the food giving my family and I did happened a good two days before the actual end of the year, I still consider it my year ender. It's nice to know that before the end of the controversial 2012, I have done something right.
For the food preparation, my mom cooked the spaghetti sauce while my yaya, Manang Boni, prepared the noodles. My cousin, Ate Crizza mixed the sauce and the noodles together in a massive container. The hotdogs were also cooked in bulk by Manang Boni, while the chicken was ordered from St. Martha's catering service. Lastly, the cupcakes were bought from Panaderia de Iloilo. Ate Nina and I then sorted the food into the styrofoam containers. (I have nothing to contribute to the cooking part sadly.)
The food giving itself was done around Iloilo City. We basically just drove around and gave the food to the street children, aetas, and other homeless people whom we passed by. The ironic thing is that we had a hard time searching for the less fortunate to dole out food to. It seems as though when you're the one looking for them, they go missing. This is as opposed to when you're simply walking down the streets, and some street children won't let you cross the street if you don't give them spare change.
This food giving though, made me realize just how blessed I am. Although I may be far from being Forbes material, I am a lot luckier than those people. Though we may have fed them for a single meal, it is not likely that for the rest of their days they would have their three meals.
