I’ve been eyeing the bumpy, brain-like fruit at my local coop, Kokua Market, for some time now. I would pick one up and weigh it in my hand. I knew the Hawaiian name was ‘ulu; the English name, breadfruit. But I didn’t know much more than that. Not knowing what to make of its black spots and […]
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Today I was very surprised and happy to receive my first gift of a lei, the traditional garland of Hawaii made of flowers, leaves, and/or seeds. It was carefully draped over my shoulders by my friend Billie as a very touching thank-you and welcome gift before I gave an artist talk to her Art Theory class. An incredible fragrance immediately rose […]
When I was telling my sister (in the mainland US) about local language in Hawaii on the phone yesterday, she was fascinated and suggested that I blog about local slang and the Hawaiian and pidgin words used in everyday speech. I’m still working on learning them, bit by bit, but as usual, food-related words have stuck first.
Four boxes of my kitchen and home stuff arrived here from Berlin yesterday. Not all them survived the journey.
Across Asia yesterday, people celebrated the harvest and family unity at the Moon Festival or Mid-Autumn Festival. Honolulu is the first place I’ve ever lived where I had access to locally baked mooncakes (not to be confused with moon pies). And so I bought mooncakes for the first time, filled with sweet lotus paste and double salted egg […]
A spam musubi, careful readers will remember, is a Japanese-Hawaiian treat consisting of a rice ball (omusubi) with a piece of teriyaki spam tied to its back with a strip of nori seaweed. A very small-scale guerrilla knitter appears to have constructed the spam and seaweed part out of yarn and attached it to this […]
Before moving to Hawaii two weeks ago, I was pretty curious about the food situation. I’d heard conflicting things about the food selection and supply on these remote islands. Some said that any fresh food is expensive, with negative effects like the enduring popularity of spam (the food that gave junk email its name). Germans warned that we’d never have good […]