The thing with being transplanted to another country, in your adult years, is that you’re so set in your ways and wants, that it’s pretty hard to get used to not having instant access whenever you have a hankering for something. So even if we moved here only last 2006, I find, or rather, B and I find ourselves missing stuff… more accurately, food stuff. 
Turon – na bagong luto; as in brown sugar ang ginamit (meron nga dito, di naman gumamit ng asukal!); with matching sliver of langka inside.
Squid balls – yung binebenta sa busy streets of Makati; usually bandang Paseo or Buendia, and sometimes, Ayala; kasi mas masarap yung sauce doon.
Siomai – sa Ma Mon Luk sa Quiapo; may sabaw siya, tapos you ask for calamansi at bahala ka nang paghaluin yung mga spices na nasa lamesa mo to make up your own timpla ng sabaw; it’s hot as an oven inside the eatery but the waiters always hover around with cold water to fill you up soon as.
Tokwa’t Baboy – the best ang tokwa’t baboy ng biyenan kong lalaki kaso sumalangit na ang kaluluwa niya; buti I got to taste my Auntie Tita’s tokwa’t baboy, chalap! kaso siyempre, like most of the stuff here, nasa Pilipinas din yun.
pekeng DVDs – kakarinig mo lang may kopya na sa Baclaran; siyempre the quality leaves a lot to be desired; eh ang mahal kaya manood ng sine no? ok lang naman ang Netflix kaso maghihintay ka pa ng official release dates; ok, I’m bad for supporting this. 
Papaitan – nobody does it here! well, at least, I haven’t found one yet.
Banana-cue – as with the Turon, bagong luto with our very own brown sugar at saba; di uso saba natin dito eh.
Bulalo – pamatay na kung pamatay ang cholesterol, pero you gotta love this simple, fantasticable soup with a hunk of bone marrow/meat on the side; sabaw pa lang, magkalimutan na tayo! kaya sulit pumunta ng Tagaytay para lang dito eh.
Sisig – hay! dalawa yung mas gusto ko ang lasa, yung sa Trellis, at yung sa Dencios. da best!
Gamot – na di na kailangan ng prescription; buti nga dumadami na ang OTC selection, pero antibiotics are still out of reach.
Deadly weapon – sarap sana maglagay ng strap sa binti ko, enough to hold a regulation jungle knife; gabi na ako madalas umuwi eh, mahirap na di ba? kaso strict ang batas dito about carrying deadly weapons, so itlog ka; sa Pilipinas dati nung pumapasok ako, palagi akong may dalang cutter sa bag (not the plastic, office variety, kundi yung heavy steel one).
Hmmm… yan pa lang naman, so far. Pero pag may naiisip ka, dear reader, dagdag mo na lang
