I have tons of good memories associated with taho: having it for a snack while walking around the UP Academic Oval, heading out with my mother and carrying insulated tumblers to buy taho from the guy just outside our village, enjoying a cup or two after a fun run, warm glasses of taho on cold mornings in Baguio—I could go on and on about it. Today brought another nice memory: My boyfriend bringing a cup of taho for me while I’m working.