More Maui adventures

Spent a long weekend on Maui, which explains the blog-less days of last week. My mother’s home is Internet-free. Every time I go there, I suffer severe withdrawal, though not quite severe enough to send me to Starbucks (or Wailuku Coffee Co.) every day. Best...

Advice for a food traveler

WAILUKU, Maui — Day 1 of my Maui interlude, I bought two large jars of pickles. Glass jars. Full of liquid. One of them contains beets, guaranteed to stain every darn thing in my suitcase if it cracks open. Today, as I ready to head home, I’m staring at the jars now...

Tasting Maui — O’ahu, pay attention!

WAILUKU, Maui — It’s always this way when I travel — so many restaurants, so little capacity. Three meals yesterday and a three-hour chef’s tasting at a table tucked into David Paul Johnson’s Lahaina Grill kitchen. All I could do when I got home was lie on the floor...

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...