• food,  maui

    Ode to Portuguese Sausage

    image via There’s something magical about simmering slices of Portuguese sausage on the stove top. The smell of the pungent spiced pork meat takes me back to childhood, takes me to the living room in our Ha’iku home. The rare moments our family would be all together and happy were with that sausage. It was the sign that the day was gonna be great – awesome, even. It speaks of warm houses with cool tropical breezes ruffling the place mats. It conjures up memories of sitting on the floor at the low Asian style table watching football while piles of the savory sausage were plated out. The satisfying crisp of…