Tuyo, that salty scent that wakes the street, crisp in the pan, humble yet complete. Breakfast of the barrio, rice and vinegar dip, simple joys that never slip the Filipino grip. Once called the poor man’s meal, because coins were few but hearts could feel. Steam from the rice, smoke from the fry, a taste of home no peso can buy. Yet now, on a fancy plate it lies, garnished with gold leaf, touched with spice. From carinderia to café bright, tuyo’s now shines in the foodie’s sight. Rich or poor, the truth still stands it’s not the class, but the taste that lands. A symbol of struggle, a flavor of pride, tuyo’s the dish where both worlds collide.

Artwork Size & Ink Base:

3x4 ft Acrylic x Canvas. COA

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