Confession time: I paid money for guavas!

Grandma’s spinning. What unthinkable thing did I do? I paid for guavas. One whole American dollar. Shed’ be shocked. I don’t think she ever paid for a guava, a papaya, a mango, a mountain apple or a waiawi in all her long life. If you wanted guavas...

A word to the wise restaurateur: Notice

A picture is worth a thousand words, they say. And after several thousand words, it was a series of pictures that conveyed the central message of master chef Ferdinand Metz’s keynote address, “Hospitality: The Lost Art of Foodservice,” Wednesday to...

A fresh spirit and getting real with rice

I’m turning over a new plate. Be my witness: When I hear about a restaurant or ingredient, from now on, I’m not going to procrastinate. I’m going to go there. Every time I say “someday,” it ends up being “noday.” I missed the...

A lu’au of leftovers

Tomorrow: Mango salsa. Dinner was a local leftover bonanza the other night: laulau that our neighbor made, take-home from a dim sum lunch earlier in the day, the mac-and-potato salad I made too much of last weekend. Whew! On the Fourth of July, we were sitting in the...

Mangoes at … your house

Mangoes have long been a companion to coconut and curry powder in classic kama’aina-style chicken or shrimp curry. Still, Kent Thompson’s first-place winning entry in the baked goods division of the Mangoes at the Moana Recipe Contest yesterday (July 9) carried the...