Craving Home!

I'm thinking of food. Specifically, island food. Ok, I'm really CRAVING local foods to the point of obssesion. I know that it only adds fuel to the craving being that I'm pregnant.

So because I'm not at home, I dream of the local "grindz" because that's all I can really do. Dreaming makes it just a tad easy. Although, I would rather have the real thing. Who would have thought that food would be one of those things you have to dream about, because at the moment, it really is out of reach. Seriously, when you think of something out of reach, certain things come to mind like: love, decent guys, beauty, wealth, etc, etc, just not food.

I miss the days of taking a walk to Sam's store by Hukilau Beach to grab pake cake. Now, I savor the memories of a late night movie, knowing that Zippy's is the pit stop treat for after-movie-activities. Living on the mainland, I realize that I can't walk into any grocery store and have a take out of prepared "raw fish."

But to get to the real point, I'm going to dream through google and post a few of my out of reach (literally)--local foods!

First on the list:





Leonard's Malasadas. These bad boys are a gift from our Potogee (Portuguese) family in Hawai'i. I can't find them anywhere in Chicagoland. With all the varieties of cultures they have here--not one--malasada.

My number two on the list: Waikane Store, tuna sushi rolls.



Nope, this photo was not taken years ago, it's just reminiscent of the type of Hawai'i that I remember growing up in: simple, untouched and great food. The building looks like it's gonna fall apart if you lean on the door frame but it makes the best sushi rolls ever. They are made FRESH. I've had them still warm when I've handed them to my children. As the Hawaiians say back home: Broke da mouth, good!

Third: Zippy's Saimin, Bento plate and Chili



I want some real saimin. The package "ramen" deal isn't cutting it anymore. It doesn't matter how much spam and eggs I put in it. It's still not the same.



This Zip Pac is my favorite. It has ALL the meats needed for a meal: chicken, beef, spam and fish. Only in Hawai'i. I love it!

And finally: Da Chili



This stuff, I've actually had for breakfast and it is GOOOOOOOOD! We'd leave it in the famous bucket and kept in the fridge til the next day. Y'know what they say about food the next day? It's true for Zippy's Chili.

Are you hungry now? You want to take a trip back home? What's your favorite dive from your hometown? And why hasn't anyone come up with the "Beam-me-over" transport machine?

The Famous Question or Questions!

I'm going to have to warn you, it's one of those post. The one I hope is worth reading.

About a year ago, I had read one of Fran's many wonderful blog post and decided to "steal" this idea from her. So, Fran, if you're reading this: Please sue me later. Best after the baby is born and/or is walking or in college or hopefully you forget.

IF you're on facebook or even have e-mail you've probably seen the trend of answering questionnaires or questions and passing them around. It's a pretty good way to learn about someone or remind yourself that maybe you really don't know someone. Or just create more questions you didn't want any answers for or cared for in the first place.

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So without anymore explanation, here we go.

1. Love is...too damn complicated.

2. Marriage is...just like love but even more damn complicated.

3. Somewhere someone is thinking...she sure likes the word damn.

4. I'm always...moody or hungry.

5. I have a secret cheesy crush on...my husband--STILL.

6. My cell phone...is busted and should be given a proper burial in the garbage can.

7. I've come to realize that my last kiss was...everytime I see my husband. I don't count the kiddie kisses.

8. I am listening...to disobedient children demanding to be heard. I'm not a great "listening Mom" when I'm trying to blog.

9. I talk...with the sexiest voice ever! Which is why, I still can't understand, why, when I answer the phone people are always asking to speak to "your Mom."

10. I love...answered prayers.

11. My best friends are...only an e-mail and a phone call away.

12. My car is...isn't going to die soon. *knock knock on wood* Or destroyed by a tornado; go up in flames. *knock knock on wood*

13. My love life...Gah! Like I said before it's complicated and hawt at the same time. It's called marriage. Reality's true soap opera.

14. I hate it when people ask..."You're pregnant?" Yes, you friggin idiot. It's not a tumor and don't you even say anything about being fat. And don't say a word about how many children I ALREADY have!

15. When I wake up in the morning...I want to throw my husband's cell phone out the window. It's his alarm clock which he NEVER gets up to.

16. When I go to bed at night...it's usually at early morning.

17. Right now I'm thinking about...how disciplined I'am in not making a trip to Baskin Robbins for a chocolate shake.

18. Babies are...difficult because they didn't come with a manual, atleast one that has ALL the answers. They are definately hard work that are loved by tired moms' all over the world.

19. Tonight I will...wind down; read a good book; make a list; not look at a full length mirror and remind myself how sexy I really am. Tonight just might be the night, I'll actually believe it.

20. I really want to...go to Baskin Robbins and buy me that chocolate shake. But I will be relentless in resisting.

Why Chocolate makes me feel sooo happy!

For an eternity there, I really believed that I lost that "loving feeling" with chocolate. For the first 18 weeks of my pregnancy, I seriously doubted my ability to desire chocolate and for this lovely aphrodisiac to make all my troubles go away. Ha! I laugh at my inability to believe in the romantic affair I have with this melt-in-my-mouth confection. BUT it's back: my serious love affair with chocolate. It is definately not helping with the thighs or muli but hey, it's about the emotions that I feel when I eat it. Right now, I'm going to ignore full length mirrors and pop a Hershey kisses in my mouth.

After popping chocolate in my mouth, I literally feel nothing but the chocolate and happiness rushes out from my mouth to my fingertips. What an easy high. NO, don't go there, I'm not an addict--ok, I am. BUT I'm a chocolate addict which I can proudly say isn't evil enough to be locked away for life.

What about you? Do you have a love affair with chocolate or would you rather gag and run in the other direction? In which I will have to say, "More for me--sucker!"

I'm FAT! Ok, it's called pregnancy...but still...

Isn't she beautiful? I hope it's a she. I just found a lovely photo of a beluga and of course posted it. So yes, I feel like a beluga.

I also feel fat. There's nothing like possessing the knowledge of knowing that your baby is a size of a grape but your stomach looks like it's holding a watermelon. At this moment I feel gloriously hapai (as the Hawaiians would say).

Oh, but unlike the glowing beluga I feel horribly sick and unwell. And please I really don't want to hear how, "I've never had morning sickness. " NOT. RIGHT. NOW. I think I might throw up just hearing someone tell me that. So good for you. As I silently whisper a curse over my shoulder to some unforseen force or even the Universe to strike you with so much morning sickness that you'll never utter those words again. I know--I'm a "hater" as my nieces and nephews would say. Ok, so you can tell me, that you've never had morning sickness--JUST TELL ME SIX MONTHS-- after I give birth. I just might not remember what morning sickness, I mean, ALL DAY sickness felt like. You might be lucky. I just might NOT curse you.

Anyways, in a few weeks (crosses fingers, spits over shoulder), I'm SUPPOSED to feel better. And I NEED to feel better. I need to look like a happy beluga with no care in the world.

Maybe I'll post a picture of my watermelon stomach and my "grape" size baby. But then again, I most likely won't. It'll be depressing really.

Yes, I know my "tone" for this whole pregnancy sounds unpleasant. But what did you expect. I'm pregnant. I'm MOODIER. I'm fat (not to mention I finally went down to 125. And seriously who's in the mood when you're puking at all hours?

Hopefully in a few weeks I'll feel more pleasant but right now I'm obviously not.

It's beginning to look a lot like a "QUARTERLY THING."

This blogging thing has made me really think that I'm not cut out for blogging.

Seriously, I've realized with only a few entries that it requires a special (meaning energetic) person to blog. And frankly I'm not that special.

Or it just plain means I don't "prioritize." Yeah, that must be it.

Don't worry my short banters will shortly come to fruition and one day--ONE FUTURE DAY, I will get this blogging thing down. I'm just not going to make it a promise.

I'll just blame it on "Hawai'i laid back" attitude. Yep, that's it--another excuse.