sinigang therapy

i had sinigang for dinner last night. i had sinigang for brunch. and what did i had for dinner tonight? sinigang. whoever discovered sinigang should really be given a nobel prize for making people's lives better. yes, it is my comfort food. but it is not that i need comforting today. the day went pretty well much as i expected: the green field was painted red with roses, balloons, songs and happy couples. why then the sinigang therapy? well, i just wanted to know how different sinigang tasted differently. for those who don't share the same palette as mine, all sinigang taste the same. but they do taste differently. some people use patis instead of salt. some use sampaloc and others fresh tomato. some add labanos while others add gabi. some add sitaw while others eggplant. some use liempo, while others kasim. add between them, a plethora of combinations and concoctions. then what do we make out of these? what point am i driving at? nothing really. it's just that although it would seem all sinigang are the same, in truth, there are different. some will be saltier than others, some more maasim, some more malinamnam and others more masarap. and after having my fill of sinigang the whole day, i come to a conclusion that the best sinigang is the one that my mother makes.