Not so often that I chew charcoal or what I might find after a campfire, kindling charred some, that I nibble on. Yet when I went into the terrain where the courage-ones go, meaning a local American grocery store, first, and on a tight budget, second, I bought Yuban coffee. Let's applaud that…

If Hawai'i time conveys a life pace that slows to measure the moment then how better to respect the local culture than a food crawl? How many times do we return from travel carrying in the suitcase a foodie memory? Pausing to savor the wrap-around sensory food environs gives the day flavorful worth or translating into modern-speak, the journey is the destination and in other centuries humans probably lived knowing this intuitively.