A bag of hutu bought at the Mango Festival for $5 bought by my grandmother. She says it’s rare and has not seen it for a number of years. It came cooked already (boiled), and so all we had to… Continue Reading →
Soft tofu with a secret sauce and drizzled with green onions. Created by my aunt’s mother (who is of S. Korean decent), I eat it willingly for breakfast and lunch. And it only gets better with each meal- no, it… Continue Reading →
Trade expanded from just the Pacific islands to beyond (thanks to the Spanish). And where people go, food follows. One of those was the mango. Many varieties were brought to Guam and contributed to a diverse collection. Although, recently the number… Continue Reading →
Ixora – also known as West Indian Jasmine. My grandmother tells me to pull them apart from the bottom (pulling the style) and lick it. Never questioning her, I do. It’s sweet and lasts only a second. She then tells… Continue Reading →
Majority of America just sees coconuts as something fun to drink when in the tropics, a super health food, sprinkles on doughnuts and cakes, and something that looks like a monkey if held at the right angle. To… Continue Reading →
I journey back home with a strange feeling. For the first time, I am traveling back home alone. I am left to my own thoughts and memories of home. While in Hawaii, I come across other locals around my grandparents… Continue Reading →
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