Tak Yee Lee
@takyeelee.bsky.social
I tell the truth in flavors, stories, and satire.
Creator of Trojan Resonance.
Cultural strategist for the forgotten.
Manila-born. Globally aware.
Creator of Trojan Resonance.
Cultural strategist for the forgotten.
Manila-born. Globally aware.
They told you health came in a pill.
But your lola already knew...
it grew underground.
Ube is rich in antioxidants, fiber, potassium, and vitamin C
no labels,
no additives,
no catch.
Just a root crop passed down through generations, loved by Filipinos not because of a trend...
But your lola already knew...
it grew underground.
Ube is rich in antioxidants, fiber, potassium, and vitamin C
no labels,
no additives,
no catch.
Just a root crop passed down through generations, loved by Filipinos not because of a trend...
May 31, 2025 at 9:34 AM
They told you health came in a pill.
But your lola already knew...
it grew underground.
Ube is rich in antioxidants, fiber, potassium, and vitamin C
no labels,
no additives,
no catch.
Just a root crop passed down through generations, loved by Filipinos not because of a trend...
But your lola already knew...
it grew underground.
Ube is rich in antioxidants, fiber, potassium, and vitamin C
no labels,
no additives,
no catch.
Just a root crop passed down through generations, loved by Filipinos not because of a trend...
When I visited the province,
they served me canned goods.
Not because I asked.
But because they thought I was “sosyal.”
Or too modern.
Maybe too “Manila.”
I saw crablets under the table.
They said,
“Baka hindi ka sanay.”
“Baka di mo magustuhan”
They hid the crablets.
And gave me canned goods.
they served me canned goods.
Not because I asked.
But because they thought I was “sosyal.”
Or too modern.
Maybe too “Manila.”
I saw crablets under the table.
They said,
“Baka hindi ka sanay.”
“Baka di mo magustuhan”
They hid the crablets.
And gave me canned goods.
May 25, 2025 at 3:55 AM
When I visited the province,
they served me canned goods.
Not because I asked.
But because they thought I was “sosyal.”
Or too modern.
Maybe too “Manila.”
I saw crablets under the table.
They said,
“Baka hindi ka sanay.”
“Baka di mo magustuhan”
They hid the crablets.
And gave me canned goods.
they served me canned goods.
Not because I asked.
But because they thought I was “sosyal.”
Or too modern.
Maybe too “Manila.”
I saw crablets under the table.
They said,
“Baka hindi ka sanay.”
“Baka di mo magustuhan”
They hid the crablets.
And gave me canned goods.
In grade school, I brought tuyo for lunch.
Someone said it smelled like a dead rat.
I laughed with them & threw it away.
Years later, I served smoked anchovy risotto.
People paid 500 pesos and called it “umami.”
That night, I fried real tuyo.
No garnish. No shame.
Just me. And my hands.
Someone said it smelled like a dead rat.
I laughed with them & threw it away.
Years later, I served smoked anchovy risotto.
People paid 500 pesos and called it “umami.”
That night, I fried real tuyo.
No garnish. No shame.
Just me. And my hands.
May 25, 2025 at 3:38 AM
In grade school, I brought tuyo for lunch.
Someone said it smelled like a dead rat.
I laughed with them & threw it away.
Years later, I served smoked anchovy risotto.
People paid 500 pesos and called it “umami.”
That night, I fried real tuyo.
No garnish. No shame.
Just me. And my hands.
Someone said it smelled like a dead rat.
I laughed with them & threw it away.
Years later, I served smoked anchovy risotto.
People paid 500 pesos and called it “umami.”
That night, I fried real tuyo.
No garnish. No shame.
Just me. And my hands.
The strongest truths don’t shout.
They taste sweet.
Then haunt you later.
They taste sweet.
Then haunt you later.
May 25, 2025 at 3:27 AM
The strongest truths don’t shout.
They taste sweet.
Then haunt you later.
They taste sweet.
Then haunt you later.