The Lumpia Story

An elderly Foreigner lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite food,
Filipino Lumpia.

Gathering his remaining strength, he lifted himself from the bed. Leaning
against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even
greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands he crawled to the
kitchen. With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame gazing into the
kitchen. Were it not for death’s agony, he would have thought himself
already in heaven. For there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen
table were literally hundreds of his favorite food, LUMPIA .

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted
Filipino wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy

Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture, his parched lips parted, the
A wondrous taste of the lumpia was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing
him back to life.

The aged and withered hand trembled on to a lumpia, when he was suddenly
smacked with a spatula by his wife,

“Git out op here!” she shouted. “dis are por your puneral !”

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Germapino with a Jewish Twist. Twist. Collective Thoughts of a Ginrod are the musings of a Texas born,half German, half Filipina girl who who went on a trip to Bangkok and found herself in the Holy Land , as a jew, married to an Englishman, with 3 kids and a pup named Henck.

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