There it goes up in the rope lift. We left Zamboanga for Manila by plane. Ebbie came to the airport for a tearful good-bye. We had recommended her to a new volunteer. Ebbie had a sting bag in hand. In it was the wok I had used for two years. When I arrived in Manila, my bags were lost, so I checked into the hotel with a wok.
This summer I asked my Filipina niece is she wanted it..Yes", she said. So it has a home in NH. Along with my Philippine recipe book~