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310 pages, Paperback
First published May 5, 2014
No one ever paid much attention to mac salad—it was just a side dish. But without mac salad, plate lunch wouldn’t be plate lunch. No ways. Something would be missing—no matter how good the tempura was, or the katsu, or even the chicken.He Mele A Hilo is a book I’m sure I never would have read, or likely even heard of, if I hadn’t been given a copy by my son’s fiancée. It is written in an apparently authentic dialect called Hawaiian Pidgin English. There’s a glossary in the back of the book, but it doesn’t take very long to get used to the occasional unfamiliar word, which can also usually be figured out from context.
Something has to be there, between the main kau kau, to make everything one true meal…
Jonny-Boy took another bite of the salad, then some chicken. Then some more salad. Then a bite of tempura. He smiled. Was ono.
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“Just be yourself, Nona,” said the old lady in red. “That’s all you ever had to be.”