Wistful cravings - ahi poke

A short post (and some food porn) to catalogue my worst fresh food craving of the winter: Hawaiian poke!

Raw fish that's cold, spicy, and was still swimming this morning. Paired with salty seaweed salad and a ripe mango or lilikoi (passion fruit), there's nothing more light, fresh and energizing.

  

The fish in Hawaii is so fresh that I frequently found myself haggling over the price of a fresh catch out of someone's pickup truck. Excellent quality poke and sashimi can be found at your local gas station or grocery deli. Shoes not required for purchase.

One last Hawaiian reminiscing on this winter day: our amazing, breeze-rustled, solar-powered outdoor kitchen. It barely kept anything cold, god bless it, but it held tanks of drinking water and gave us shade from long afternoons working the orchard.

And at night we drank beer there, by bonfire light.

(Such are my dreams when I find myself staring into a fridge full of wilted kale, potatoes and frozen vats of soup ... Here's to an early spring.)