My sister and my dad are here. This isn't common. My dad lives on Maui and my sister lives in California. It is a rare treat to have them here. I love that they are here. I love the company, but I really, really LOVE THE FOOD.
My sister graduated from California Culinary Academy. Her food is delicious. It is the love that goes into the recipes that makes it so delectable. She is, my favorite cook. Eating her food is like having a conversation with her. Eating her food is knowing her soul.
As I said, my dad lives in Hawaii. Hawaii's culinary flair is unique. It is filled with culture and comes from both land and sea. Hawaii is the reason why my kind of comfort food is all kinds of comfort food.
Dad brought a cooler of delicious ingredients. Adobo, turkey tails, sausages, tako, laulau, prine rib, and lobster. Mmm Mmm good. I am in Heaven. The smells are familiar. The taste is indescribable.
The real treat, the real fun, is what the food does. The kitchen is the epicenter. The kitchen is throbbing with delicious-ness. The children, I mean us, are happy. We are happy to share the yummy-ness with our own children. When I was young, my dad would sit us on chairs. He would prepare the sea food, that he caught fresh from the Pacific, and feed us in the kitchen. He would pick off our plates when we were done. He would save the lobster head and the fish head for himself. We later found out that he was hoarding those parts, parts we would not eat, because they are the best parts. The heads are the best parts. You'll see.
My head spins. My mouth waters. I am happy beyond belief. I am happy and full.
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