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Why yes, I did take this. While snorkeling at Hanauma Bay. Thank you. I think it rocks, too. |
It's not that difficult, once you get into it, to eat seasonally when you live in a place that has actual seasons. And, I suppose, it's not that difficult when you eat from the farm share all year 'round, even though you're only picking up goodies from mid-May through Thanksgiving (if you're lucky!).
But what happens when you don't live in a place that has real seasons? How can you look forward to the comforting soups and stews of winter, to heating up the kitchen baking bread, to enjoying your favorite casseroles when it's paradise all year 'round?
I lived in Hawaii for more than 3 years. I lived there long enough to notice the subtle changes in season--the times when the mango tree next to my daughter's preschool littered the parking lot with ripe fruit, the times when it was a little hotter than usual because the trade winds had slowed down, the times when the surf on the North Shore was so awe-inspiring we'd drive up just to watch it. (And eat garlicky shrimp from the shrimp truck, but that's another post).
It was hard for me to get in the mood to cook heavy 'winter' dishes. Frankly, it was more fun to go out for a big holiday meal, because roasting a turkey and all the trimmings when it's in the 80s is just . . . wrong.
Don't misunderstand--I loved living in Hawaii and loved raising my little kids there. Even though my spouse considers it a honeymoon [Me: I want to go on a honeymoon. We never went on a honeymoon. Spouse: I took you to Hawaii for 3.5 years. Me: I was changing diapers for most of that time. If you're changing diapers it's not a honeymoon. Spouse: (the sound of crickets, cuz he knows he's got no response)] it was a great experience and one I will treasure forever.
There is one fall/winter casserole type meal that I did cook during our time in Hawaii--this dish. The official name of this recipe is Turkey Divan, but my family just calls it Rice Casserole (if you've had little kids, you can see how it got it's name). My friend JEN brought it to a gathering long ago, and I got the recipe and made it soon after. When the kids were little, I'd blend up the cooked casserole and mix it with rice, hence our family nickname for it, but now they are old enough to eat it as is.
It's a great way to turn leftover turkey into a totally different dish!