Doin’ the Portuguese shopping dance…

I do a lot of Portuguese dances. Not authentic ones, like the chamarrita. Made-up ones. I have the Portuguese cleaning lady dance. That’s where I take an old towel, soak it in a solution of XX, drop it on the floor, step onto it and dance across the kitchen...

Maui on my mind (and my tummy and my hips)

WAILUKU, Maui — I never want to eat again. Well, until the Kula strawberries are properly chilled for dessert. I’ve spent two days on Maui. Eating. Seeing family. Eating. Seeing friends. Eating. Besides Saturday morning at the Swap Meet: Bistro Casanova. Friday, lunch...