Vacation. Aaaaaahhhhh, how I love thee! There's so much to be said for a recharge, and for me a big part of that is not necessarily having to cook.
We just returned from Maui with a dear friend. We are tanned, we have replaced our bloodstream with macadamia nuts, and we are also glad to back home around the familiar things: The comfort foods, the feline entourage, the bathtub which doesn't require extensive Ashtanga yoga to submerse oneself.
Some of you may recall my post a while back about banana bread. Well, dear readers, the banana bread in question in said post has been achieved and it is almost as lovely as the woman who makes and sells it. We finally braved the scary-as-all-hell road, and pulled into the village of Kahakuloa where Julia's roadside stand beckons like a lime-green lighthouse in an ocean of vehicular peril.
Five minutes in Julia's company makes you forget that your nerves have been shot for the past half an hour. The samples of banana bread, taro chips, coconut candy, and various dried fruit are a welcome jolt to ones wavering blood-sugar levels. She is loveliness incarnate, and her calm, friendly demeanor makes you understand what REAL "aloha spirit" is all about.
Needless to say we bought banana bread, and yes, it is AMAZING! I still hesitate to call it the best ever, because, let's face it, the fact that you put your life on the line to get does give it a wee bit of an advantage in the polls.
That being said: if you do go, and don't bring some back for me, you'll have an entirely new peril to contend with.
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