At last, the sky cleared up. The rain trickled to a stop and a bow beamed from end to end over Waimea Canyon. We pulled over somewhere along Highway 550 to savor the scene. Fog continued to roll down the red, jagged slopes of the Na Pali mountains while the sea to the south surged and swelled.
Kauai felt like home in so many ways. There is rain. Plenty of rain. Even more so in the North Shore where we stayed.
There are chickens in the wild. Chickens out on parking lots. Chickens out on hiking trails. Chickens right on the beach, I kid you not. The rain pitter-pattered and lulled us to sleep at night while the roosters crowed and woke us up in the morning.
There are rambutans in fruit stands along the roadside, papaya trees heavy with fruit in the locals’ yards and taro fields in checkerboard pattern that stretched out for miles.
And there are Filipinos. Plenty of Filipinos. My kababayan — my countrymen — are everywhere, from the general store in Kilauea to the poke joint in Waimea. The best bowl of saimin noodles and the best plate lunch of Kalua pork and cabbage I had on the island were made by Filipino cooks. I was convinced that Kauai is run by Filipinos, that the entire island will shut down without them.
One good thing, I guess, about visiting Kauai in December is that the beaches are empty. We discovered quiet Kahili in the North Shore where the Kilauea Stream opens up to the Pacific and enjoyed our solitude there immensely. If you haven’t tried swimming in the ocean in a little rain with a rainbow in the sky then you should try it. You cannot have a rainbow without a little rain, so they say.
Kalua, in Hawaiian, means to cook in an imu, an earth oven. Kalua pig is a pig cooked in a pit, which is the centerpiece of many a Hawaiian feast called luau. It can be recreated at home by slowly roasting pork rubbed with sea salt and liquid smoke then wrapped in ti or banana leaves. Liquid smoke is a smoke-flavored liquid seasoning available in most grocery stores.
Stir-fry Kalua pork with shredded cabbage and serve with rice and macaroni salad for a classic Hawaiian plate lunch. Fry Kalua pork with garlic, onions, and potatoes and serve as a hash with fried rice and fried eggs.
Oven-Roasted Kalua Pork Recipe
Recipe adapted from Rhonda Kahaunani Lizama’s Hawaiian-Style Cooking
2 tablespoons coarse Hawaiian sea salt
1/4 cup soy sauce
2 cloves garlic, crushed
1/2-inch knob of ginger, peeled and crushed
1 teaspoon liquid smoke
5 pounds pork butt roast
frozen banana leaves, completely thawed and thoroughly washed
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
Whisk together sea salt, soy sauce, garlic, ginger, and liquid smoke in a small bowl and set aside.
Cut 1/4-inch-deep slits 1 inch apart all over pork roast. Rub pork with salt and soy sauce. Wrap pork in banana leaves and secure with kitchen twine. Place pork in a Dutch oven or in a roasting pan. When using a pan, place a piece of foil over the top of the pork and crimp edges to the pan. Roast until meat is fork tender, about 45 minutes per pound.
Remove banana leaves and kitchen twine. Shred pork with a fork and season with salt to taste.
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