I don’t talk about it much on the blog, but I’m a huge foodie. It’s no surprise, my parents grow food (really, really good food), and my sister is a chef. It’s in the blood. We’re all foodies.
My trip to Hawaii was kind of one huge food party. Most of it was healthy stuff from the farm. But not all of it.
For one thing, there was the malasadas. Malasadas are Portuguese doughnuts. And sometimes they come stuffed with haupia, which is coconut pudding.
And then there were all the desserts my sister (the chef) and I cooked.
And passionfruit cheesecake:
There were also slightly healthier things, like passionfruit pancakes:
And poke. Poke is raw fish. And raw octopus. And wonderful.
This is my poke tasting extravaganza:
There was also the hamburger of wonderfulness, made of local (like 5 miles down the road), organic, grass fed beef, with tomato and avocado from my parents farm, and buns baked by the chef sister.
And then there was the real healthy stuff, like this amazing lunch my Mum and I made:
My Mum bakes the bread herself. It’s got so much depth and flavour:
And then there are the salads:
And the avocado:
Well, are you hungry yet? If not, I haven’t done my job properly.
I’m going to go stare morosely into my fridge now, wondering why it doesn’t include a freshly baked mango kuchen and some just-picked lettuce and radishes.