Yes, life is tough. It’s tough to find food on the road and especially when you’re on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. (heavy sarcasm, of course)
We are on an 8 day trip to Hawaii with one of my sisters and her hubby. Apart from having the best time EVER, we are really enjoying the local food that can be had on virtually every corner here. The fresh fruit makes the stuff we normally get at Costco and the local farmer’s market taste like plastic. The mangoes here are amazing. So juicy, sweet, fresh, fruity. I’m in serious danger of needing to go to mango-detox when we leave. The bananas are short little guys but packed full of nummy flavor and they don’t cause me as much of an oral allergy as the bananas at home do. Not sure why – I’m not complaining. Just eating tons of them.
But the pineapple. Oy. Fantastic! We don’t normally eat any of these fruits as they are far too high on the glycemic index. But how can you go to Hawaii and not enjoy the fresh fruit? Not possible. Well, ok, I’m sure it’s possible but it’s also insane. We’ve been eating super great so we can afford to relax a bit and enjoy the wonders that sprout from the trees and bushes here.
Amazingly enough, between my meds and the hours spent playing in the ocean daily, my sugar levels are fantastic. Phenomenal even! Every afternoon has seen a lower number than the day before. Today I’m celebrating with a 94. I’ll take that. Considering that just 4 weeks ago or so, my afternoon readings were well over 140, I’m happy happy happy with the 90′s. I’ve even dipped into the 80′s a few times while we’ve been here. Woo!
Enough about fruit. We didn’t visit our fruit stand today and I’m craving mango so I best stop. On to the luau. Last night we went to one and the photo above is the pig, fresh from the pit. Here’s the thing – I *hate* pork. Cured pork is one thing (bacon, ham, sausage)… I love that. But actual pork pork? Like chops and tenderloin and other cuts? In the historical words of my 12 year old self – “grody to the max!” So while I was excited to participate in an actual luau, I was less than thrilled at the prospect of the pork. And on top of that, very concerned about what would actually be available for me to eat since I am gluten-free (by necessity, not choice). As it turned out, not much. Rice, sweet potatoes, pineapple, pork.
I don’t normally eat rice. Apart from the fact that it’s not on my diet plan, my tummy just doesn’t like it. But I was starving and the thought of a plate of nothing but pork was less than appealing. So I ate plain rice, the super delicious sweet potatoes (which I think were BBQ’d or something and then sliced into rounds), a few chunks of fresh and juicy pineapple and then the kalua pork (that’s what they all that luau pork).
I loved the sweet spuds. They were plain but man, so flavorful. Not sure if it’s because I’ve not had one in eons or because they are cooked a certain way or what. But those were delicious. The pork started out pretty tasty but I knew it was time to stop eating when I gagged after a bite about 3/4 of the way through. Hahaha. Told you, I’m just not a pork person! My hubby happily snarfed it down for me. Unfortunately, something in what I ate had some cross-contamination or outright gluten in it. Ended up feeling quite ill almost immediately. No more luau for me. Which is probably fine. Because unless it’s a side of beef or chicken wrapped up in there, I’m really not terribly interested. While the food wasn’t my cup of tea, the actual event was pretty interesting and fun to participate in. Lots and lots of Hawaiian dancing!
This is what I’m most excited about. That is garlic shrimp from one of the many shrimp food trucks that pepper the island (we’re on Oahu, by the way). Both hubby and I are making a few exceptions since we’re on vacation – butter is one of them. These shrimp are cooked in a garlic butter with chunks of garlic which is then poured over the rice and the whole mess is served on paper plates with a small handful of salad and italian dressing. I NEVER WANT TO LEAVE. Tonight will be our 4th night eating shrimp for dinner and we all are salivating at the thought.
The shrimp is sooooo juicy and fresh. With the garlic and butter on it… heaven. The shells are on so you have to peel them off. You end up with butter and shrimp juice running down your hands and arms but it’s so worth it. Seriously, I could eat 4 plates of this stuff. nom nom nom nom nom x 10000000.
Unfortunately, tomorrow night will be our last time for the delicious shrimp truck. When we leave on Sunday, this vacation will be comprised of 3 main memories. Surf. Fruit. Shrimp. And I don’t think we could ask for anything better.