Archive for August, 2011
It’s official: Cobbles the cat and I are Honolulu residents. The flights went surprisingly well for both of us (I am assuming this was the case for Cobbles only because she arrived in Honolulu on the correct flight and she wasn’t trying to claw anyone’s eyes out when I picked her up). The night before our trip, I slept for two hours and woke up at 2am to start the 20 hour journey (many thanks to my dear family for putting up with this dreadfully early wake up call). This was clearly exhausting, but far more disorienting was watching Limitless, The Dilemma, and Hanna all in succession on my 9 hour flight. I don’t think I liked them. I’m still not sure.
Anyway, now that I’ve been here for a week, Hawaiian life has been filled with household baby steps. I located all the natural food stores in the vicinity; I hung curtains; I bought a broom. Exciting stuff.
At this point, my kitchen is ill-equipped for me, though. I have few pots and pans—only a cast iron Swedish pancake pan, an unseasoned wok that refuses to cooperate, and my le creuset mini saucepan (pictured above on the small burner).
In other food-related news, I was excited to finally get to shop with my cloth bulk bags (made out of an old pillowcase).
[Featured above with the amazing little peanut butter balls I made last week when the only thing I needed in the world was a decent peanut butter cookie.]
The cashier at a local store complimented my bags, but when I tried to purchase bulk peanut butter (for another batch of cookies) in my own glass jar, the cashier at Whole Foods was ill pleased. I told her the jar weighed 8.75oz and she stared at me like a ghost. What? Math? Also, speaking of math, I managed to spend $50 at Whole Foods on a few bulk items, some produce, and cheese.
I saw conventional peaches for $4.99lb.
I didn’t buy any.
Today, at the farmer’s market around the corner from my apartment, I spent $12 on five bananas, four apples, one zucchini, one papaya, three large potatoes, and a carton of eggs. It’s not the greatest farmer’s market, but I’ll take it.