There's Always Room for Malasadas

Only a half-dozen people ahead of me at 3 p.m.

After the 7-course luncheon celebrating Helen's 100th birthday the participants began making plans for dinner at a Waikiki restaurant. Meanwhile, what were they going to eat during the five hours between meals?

It was time to buy malasadas at Leonard's Bakery. I picked up a half-dozen originals and a half-dozen "puffs" that were filled with custard.

Covered with powdered sugar, malasadas are somehow able to squeeze into the gastrointestinal tracts of people who thought that they were stuffed.

It's one of the rules of Hawaiian vacation eating (e.g., wear loose-fitting clothes like muumuus and aloha shirts, picking up food with the hands isn't rude, adding kim chi is acceptable no matter the cuisine): there's always room for malasadas.