The latest from Baked Stuff: an urgent bulletin on the increasingly dire situation surrounding one of Hawaii’s most beloved bites:
There were dread rumors and dark mutterings about trouble on the production line. Supply of these oatmeal raisin and chocolate chip mac nut-pecan dainties lay in grave doubt, and for Hawaiian Cookie lovers, the future of civilization as they understood it hung in the balance. Soon, counterfeits began turning up, as consoling mothers (notorious for their presumptuousness in matters of baking) offered their own misguided take on these things to despairing loved ones. The crisis has only worsened, and I’m sure to be called on the carpet for hastening demand for their already tentative supply. True Believers have come to realize that they’re there when they’re there, and for not necessarily a single moment more. For a Hawaiian Cookie lover, life these days is lived one precarious day at a time.
Mai ho’omāuna i ka ‘ai o huli mai auane‘i o Hāloa e nānā. – Do not be wasteful of food lest Hāloa turn around and stare at you. (Do not be wasteful, especially of poi, because it would anger Hāloa, the taro god, who would someday let the waster go hungry.)
You need Hawaiian Honey to spread on this stuff!
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