From ... Island life is slow and easy. We gathered for a potluck around a wooden farm table on the front lawn. It was that perfect hour of hazy sunlight on Maui that signals the end of day. We had some mismatched chairs, koa wood bowls, an ukulele, grapefruit pretty enough to act as centerpiece and tropical protea blooms. We dined al fresco, as we often do in the islands. Most of us were barefoot in the grass. We were old friends and new friends, locals and transplants, joining over food and drink. There is a saying in the islands that often comes to mind when I dine on the fresh offerings: we're lucky we live Maui.
Whole Opakapaka (Hawaiian pink snapper) on the grill
Three types of poke: spicy ahi, tako (octopus), scallops with pineapple
Egg Fried Rice
Spam musubi (fried spam over sticky rice wrapped in dried nori or seaweed)
Mochi with fresh strawberries