We Can't Go Against Tradition

One tradition that has survived three generations is hauling food back and forth between Hawaii and the Mainland.

Transporting food on the airplane made sense in the Sixties. My late paternal grandmother insisted that San Francisco Chinatown produced roast duck, preserved sausages, and dried mushrooms that were much superior to what we could buy in Honolulu. The last day of a Mainland trip was always spent shopping, wrapping, and packing.

With California merchants shipping to the four corners, the traffic now goes the other way. For the past two weeks we've been breakfasting on Portuguese sausages carried by a returning traveler. Next month it will be my turn to pick something up. Whatever it turns out to be, it won't be healthy.