It was inevitable.
My midweek jaunt to Kona was coming to an end.
That meant is was back to work — not that I left that behind in Honolulu — household chores, morning traffic, crowded surf breaks, fast food and parking wars at Costco.
The trip reminded me what I love about Hawaii — its laid-back feel, a sharing of cultures, a storied history and a strong connection to food.
On our last day in Kona, we drove around looking for places to eat — and discovered something about my own heritage.
I know! Can you believe it?
Here’s what Thursday’s adventure looked like:
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Making Portuguese sweet bread