After a long day at the beach and a lovely nanna nap in the arvo, we finally visited a small Farmers Market in Honolulu today. Things were so ‘un-altered’. Fruit looked like it did when I was growing up. All spotted and bumpy! But just bursting with flavour.
To kick things off I ripped open a hairy rambutan with my bare hands and popped it in to my mouth, fully expecting it to taste like it looked…or worse. Oh but how delish. It was sweet and just the tiniest bit sour. It looked like a lychee and tasted like a lemon. Or something. I can’t even describe the flavour properly.
Then there were the Hawaiian Pineapples. They’re divine. I could eat them for dessert everyday. And when finally this was all becoming a bit too green and healthy for me and Littlest Foodie, we moved over to dark side.
We literally devoured a cinnamon doughnut in seconds. (We shared. And no one we knew saw us, so those calories don’t count.)