December 15, 2010 3 Comments
Aloha! Even though it’s hard to believe–especially considering I have to wear 12 layers of clothing in order to leave the house–last week this time I was in Hawai’i, learning to surf, sipping mai tais, flirting with pilots and generally enjoying being warm and toasty (not necessarily at the same time or in that order). It was a glorious vacation full of snorkeling, paddle surfing, good friends, lots of sun, even more laughs and delicious fresh food. I will spare you all of the typical vacation stories, except for the one that involves me attempting to ride down the side of a volcano in Maui. As we’ve discussed before, I am not an adventurous person by any stretch of the imagination. Most of my beach vacations have involved a lounge chair, magazines, naps and sidling up to the bar the minute it opens. This time around, I travelled with people who like to do things on vacation, which is a completely novel and foreign concept to me. I gamely went along with all of their plans, mainly because I’m a people pleaser, but there was a part of me that thought it all sounded like fun. And! I like to believe that I’m one of those people who will try anything [within reason] once.
You should note those brackets in the sentence above, because in no world is riding a bike down the side of a volcano within reason. It’s crazy, stupid and mind-numbingly frightening. In theory it sounded like fun and a story that I could tell well into my golden years, but in practice it was terrifying. It started with a 1:30 AM wake up call so we could drive to the van that would take us to the top of the volcano to watch the sunrise (which was great, except it was about 30 degrees outside. I will say feeling as though I could touch the Big Dipper was worth having to put on a fleece and jeans in Hawai’i). After the sunrise, we were taken by van down to a “reasonable” spot on the volcano where the bike ride would start. They lined us up shortest to tallest, which meant I was third in line. Then they handed us motorcycle helmets. It’s at this point that I should have thought, “Heather, what the $#(^&$* are you doing?” Instead, I thought that my helmet matched my nail polish nicely. I only started to get nervous when they pulled the bikes out of the trailer. They looked like fold up bikes, the chains were rusted and the seats were a little loose. My hands started to shake when the guide told us to just ride the brakes down the winding, twisting curves of the volcano. I’m sorry, what now? But, because I am generally a follower, I got on the bike and started pedaling (or really, just keeping my feet on the pedals and hanging on for dear life). I don’t think I had gone 50 yards before I started screaming in my head. Another 100 yards and I was screaming out loud. On my right was a sheer drop off. On my left was traffic. I couldn’t look behind me and I was riding the brakes so hard that the people in front of me were 2 curves ahead, so I couldn’t see them. Finally, we pulled over and I jumped off the bike, handed my helmet to the guide and went to the van following us where it took me a good 10 minutes to start breathing normally. I’d like to tell you that I wish I’d finished the bike ride, but there’s no part of me that feels that way. NONE. Good on the people who did (including my friends)–you’ll have much more interesting stories at the nursing home.
After the ride [in the van], we stopped in the lovely Oceanside town of Pai’a where we were able to relax on the beach and thank the powers that be that we were still alive. We found a cute storefront restaurant that served homemade kalua pork (so homemade that the woman behind the counter pulled a tupperware container of pork out of the refrigerator and mentioned that it had come out of her oven that morning).
Over the course of the week, kalua pork had become a fave of mine (along with spam musubi–next recipe!). Kalua means to cook in an underground oven, but lucky for those of us who live in highrises, you can do it in a crockpot. It’s basically a slow roasted pork shoulder, which is then shredded and served over rice. I’m all for keeping the integrity of local dishes, but I see a lot of possibilities with this one–the addition of ginger, hot peppers, other vegetables… It couldn’t be easier, especially with a crockpot, but can be done in the oven as well. The use of liquid smoke–a first for me–gives it the taste of an outdoor barbecue, which is great since it’ll be a long while before there are any outdoor activities in the Chi. Riding down a volcano doesn’t seem so bad if it gets me outside… Right?
- 3 lb pork shoulder
- 1-1/2 teaspoons liquid smoke
- 2-1/4 teaspoons Hawaiian salt, or sea salt, or kosher salt
Preheat oven to 350-400 degrees F. Pierce pork all over with carving fork or score with a knife. Rub salt and liquid smoke into meat. Place pork fat side up in a roasting pan or deep casserole dish. Cover and roast in oven for 2 1/2-3 hours. Remove the pork from pan and shred with two forks. Makes six servings. (I used my crockpot on low for 5 hours. In the last 1/2 hour, I added about a cup of shredded cabbage, which I’d had at one restaurant. Drain off excess liquid before serving over rice).