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Friday, February 4, 2011
Tale of Two Beaches
We have 'planned' (soft intention) a lazy day. Two beaches. . .Kepuhi and Hanalei, punctuated by lunch at the Mediterranean Gourmet, hot tubbing, an Italian dinner and coconut pie.
Who will this L O V E go to?
By ten we are packing up the beach bag and cooler for Kepuhi Beach. Geologically it is rare. Sheets of lava poured out like a layer cake, washed by the rugged seas, so gray and green, porous and smooth like a sponge. It allows nice tide pools as we pick a path across the beach the the crescent with Bali Hai in the background. There is a Camp Fire Camp here, Naua.
Lunch is good. . . a lilikoi iced tea for Dan, pairs nicely with his lamb burger. Fran chooses the falafel sandwich, and I have a pile of tabouli.
We choose two spots on Hanalei Bay, one to tell Fran of Puff the Magic Dragon, and the pier promenade is a must. This end of the bay is good for beginning surfers and people watching.
An e mail from Sharron Brainard reminds us that we often buy a coconut pie, celebrating Charlotte's birthday. Fran is gaga over this idea, and we step over a yellow caution cone to enter the store. She wants PIE!!! A piece or two might me enough, but a whole one is just $12.00, and we can leave it for Gail and LuRae. . .(really?)
How home again Fran makes up the pineapple martini and we stroll to the hot tub for a very hot soak. Mmmm The perfection pales as a resident in number nine whines about his taxes on his 1.1 million dollar unit. We do leave with compassion. "It's always something."
Fran and I prep eggplant for dinner. We purchased these at the Farmer's Market, and until today, didn't quite know what to do with them. Cutting them lengthwise, they get marinated in olive oil and peppercorns, for a grilling that will accompany the bowl of pasta. Dan , at my urging , buys some pineapple sausages to grill as his entree. Both he and Franny say they are fabulous! Like a hawaiian pizza in a casing.
Hey "It's All good!", we remember fondly and often, this sentiment.
Then Dan cleans up and we settle in to watch Selling New York and eat coconut cream pie. Fran really likes both offerings. Cheers~
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