Let's just do a final wrap-up of the Hawaii trip with odds 'n' ends 'n' crap that wasn't worth a whole blog post (although an excellent argument could be made that none of my posts are worth a whole blog post).
First, an important correction.
Liz would like all tens of you to know that SHE was the one who told me what part of the mangosteen was edible (after I consumed the inedible part, mind you) and that SHE was the one who told me to look it up on the computer.
MY FAVORITE MOMENT
My favorite thing to do at the beach is snorkel. I have many fond memories of snorkeling with my wife. Daisy, however, has never been very comfortable in the water. We put her in swim lessons a few years ago, but it didn't really take.
That saddened me greatly. I didn't learn how to swim until I was 24, so I spent most of my childhood summers dreading pool parties and futilely trying to hide the fact that I couldn't swim from all the other kids. I did not want the same destiny for my child. So, a couple months ago I sprang into action the only way I knew how. I screeched to my wife, "DAISY CAN'T SWIM! FIX IT NOWWWWWWW!"
Hank signed her up for some private lessons in a nice warm pool and they crammed about 10 lessons in before we left for Hawaii, including a snorkeling introduction. She still wasn't much of a swimmer, but her confidence level was up, and if you tossed her in a pool, odds are that she'd get out alive. Additionally, she was comfortable wearing the snorkeling gear.
The end result was that during our first full day in Kauai, we went to a nice snorkeling beach, strapped on our gear, and I got to snorkel hand-in-hand with my daughter along a small but nice coral reef. Awesome. We did that almost every day during our trip.
I have no great love for Thanksgiving. I mean, the spirit of the holiday is nice enough (giving thanks, family, blah blah blah), but the meal sucks.
Turkey? Is there a less flavorful or drier meat? I know you can go to Herculean efforts via brining, frying, stem cell therapy, etc, to make it moist, but the world's best turkey is probably about as tasty as the average hamburger.
Meanwhile the side dishes suck even harder. Yams are a course-confused disaster. Are they dessert? Appetizer? Are they meant to taste better coming back up? Who knows.
And don't get me started with the mashed potatoes. It's like eating baby food. They're bland and mushy and are only as tasty as the salt and pepper you bury them in.
Just a terrible meal all the way around. So, in Kauai, we made a spaghetti dinner. We added garlic bread, roasted brussels sprouts, and in a nod to traditionalism we included the ONLY good Thanksgiving dish: stuffing.
Hands down, the tastiest Thanksgiving dinner I've ever eaten.