Snacks and little goodies to keep your mouth busy and your stomach quiet.
What the f%#$? Don’t question, just eat it. What’s better than a spreadable concoction of meat and fat? I really shouldn’t be the one to convince you this. Meat mousse only exists in my life. In the real world, it is called pâté. Usually served with bread, sliced meats, butter, life… pâté is heavenly, necessary, … Continue reading
So winning people over with your awesome culinary skills, but don’t know what to make? Well, do you even know how to cook? If you’re lost like me and spend hours and hours googling recipes, fear not my friends. You have to meet my food gurus. Food Wishes and Chrissy Teigen’s So Delushious. Food Wishes is … Continue reading
Santa wishes he could get this Christmas diet! I can’t get enough of this place. It’s my third time in Oahu and I’m guilty of bragging weeks before arriving. Spam musubis, noodles, loco mocos, and any liquor concoction in that obnoxious coconut cup. I’m on holiday baby. Why do I return to the same island? … Continue reading
Sum up my childhood and it would be canned and probably be nicknamed “mystery meat.” Drumroll please, it’s none other than Spam, the all-American classic really. I’m a proud child of the Spam generation. Spam fried rice, Spam breakfast, Spam steaks – shamelessly proud. I’ve only known others to gasp with disgust when presented such … Continue reading
Myth: Oahu in a nutshell is a box of Spam and a strip of high end couture. For anyone who still believes that Oahu is nothing more than canned precooked meat and Japanese tourism knows nothing, nothing at all. Shortly after arriving here in what they call a “Hawaiian winter,” I was asking myself, “Is … Continue reading
Nothing better than biting into a great burger. It’s a mouthwatering experience, holding a warm creation in your hands, knowing it should enter your body soon, and invading your senses. Yes, we’re still talking about the burger. For me, the experience starts with the bun. The texture, firmness, the bounce back ratio, and the toast … Continue reading
It’s known, taxes, death, and Monday morning dreads are what we share. We can agree that Monday is never a day to celebrate, reminding us we have the rest of the week to suffer. Loverboy’s “Working for the Weekend” is the anthem to working-class America. Fortunately, my Monday was greeted by the one and only … Continue reading
Never Been Full 