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Soy be with you

By Jacquilou Blanco | February 17, 2008 - 12:00am

Soybeans, or taho as we know it, had always been a favorite of mine since childhood. Mamang Taho, that’s how I fondly referred to the taho vendor when he would pass by our street every day at 5 p.m. I would...

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