Found this while surfing.
I would call him BatPig, which does not make any sense. I guess SuperPig or Wonder Pig is more appropriate (depending on the gender).
Catching up. What I’ve been doing (eating-wise).
(1451 S. King Street, Honolulu, Hawai’i) A Japanese-Italian-Local place (sort of new-ish) I’ve wanted to try. On their menu, uni pasta, natto pasta, and a menchi-katsu burger. But I got distracted.
Fried eggplant topped with black bean ground pork sauce. Pretty yum. think Ma-po eggplant
Came with rice and a side salad. Eggplant could have been a tad spicier but a minor point. Dressing on the salad was winners too.
Must go back to try more (there’s a Japanese pumpkin, bacon, and garlic dish that sounds yummy too).
New-ish gelato place (1142 12th Avenue, Honolulu, Hawai’i). Started out mobile, recently opened a brick and mortar. Forgot my lactose pills.😦
Had to settle for a sorbetto
Pretty awesome. Must go back with a boat load of pills.
Bi-weekly office meeting. Food hosted by a round robin of different sections of the office.
This time, fried rice, scrambled eggs, banana bread and poi donuts (from Kamehameha Bakery). Lucky live Hawai’i
Finally, lunch with the cuz’s. They’re heading back home for a little bit (think snow birds, kinda). They were heading to Hakone for dinner so wanted something “light”.
Gave Baci Bistro in Kailua a shot (30 Aulike St, Kailua, Hawai’i). Decided to do the Italian “kiss” not the Japanese “bad karma” (sorry, bad joke).
Both cuz’s had Caesar salad. While I like Caesar salad, kind of, this caught my eye.
Don’t ask me to pronounce it, I dunno.
From the menu “Pate of eggplant, tomato, garlic, and onion, served on grilled eggplant. Not bad, the pate was more like cold ratatouille-ish (chunky) but the flavors were there. Plus who can walk away from eggplant? Apparently the cuz P.
Grilled vegetable sandwich. Again, not bad, thought it was supposed to be pressed and grilled (panini), maybe something got lost in translation. Still pretty good.
That lunch was pure vegetarian, not to worry, The Mouse is not turning to the darkside, just there was no pork belly on the menu.
Getting ready to heading for the bus stop soon. Catch you later.
Enjoy. Eat well.
Just a quick note, our internet connection at home is acting up today (I’m writing from The Cat’s office).
If you don’t see a post later this evening, send the Saint Bernard rescue dogs with kegs of brandy.
Cross your fingers.
Overheard during lunch:
Woman #1 – “Sorry I just don’t remember, I guess I’m having a senior moment.”
Woman # 2 – “Don’t worry about it, sometimes I have senior years.”
Now I don’t feel so bad about my “senior moments”.
Turns out, there were five elderly sisters having lunch together.
After that exchange it was hard for me not to try to listen in on their conversation. Good thing I had a book with me.
Oh yeah, almost forgot, I had a bowl of won ton soup with vegetables.
Enjoy. Eat well. Laugh often.
An update from the previous post.
Over ten volunteers (I didn’t stop to get the exact count, I think it was closer to fifteen). Ingredients I had no control over. Pots not large enough. Finicky stove. One hour schedule. Dinner for forty. The menu: pasta with meat sauce, fresh fruit salad, tossed green salad, and Costco bought cakes.
I was put in charge of making the pasta sauce. A minute of panic. Had to channel Yoda (“do or do not, there is no try”), MacGuyver, the Iron Chefs, the Keystone Cops, and Sandra Lee (there, I said it). Ground turkey, bell peppers, onions, mushrooms, pasta sauce in a jar, containers of grated parmesan cheese and capers. Browned the ground turkey, added the vegetables, and pasta sauce. Transferred batches to pans to finish in the oven. Once the only large pot got freed up, transferred the pans of sauce back to the pot. Ladled the sauce over the cooked pasta, sprinkled with the cheese and capers, and threw everything under the broiler. Whew!
The Cat couldn’t attend (it’s still tax season). Picked up The Cat, so didn’t stay for dinner. I guess everything went okay (the local health department or police haven’t come to our door yet). Keep your fingers crossed.
No pictures, too much chaos.
Felt good to pay it forward though.