Kilauea Day
Saturday my dad goes down to the transfer station in his truck to get free mulch. He leaves at 5:something or other to line up with a ton of other residents in their trucks. This is a very community event.
They get there before it opens and the line stretches around the road for a long ways, maybe a quarter mile of pickups waiting for the gates to open.
It’s a heavily social event full of people getting out of their trucks to chat and walk their dogs and sas one another.
My dad usually meets up with a guy named Brian, who is a grower. In this particular morning Brian brought these giant hybrid apple bananas.
We might go up and see his farm later.
My dad says that before Covid there was never a line. I feel free mulch might be the Hawai’i equivalent of sourdough starters. The nesting semi-defense response of everybody trying to do for themselves here.
The mulch is composting mulch and in this warm wet climate turns to soil rapidly. Lots of places have very very little soil. You might not think so given all the green and growing things but at my dad’s place the soils is maybe 3 inches deep and then it’s a sheet of lava flow rock. So he gets mulch and macnut husks and a giant pry bar and he makes it all arable. It’s so much work. He is out full-time-job amounts of time and then some. It’s a labor of love but for sure it’s LABOR.
After we got the mulch we headed over to Safeway to pick up some fantastic breakfast burritos.
If you find yourself in Hawaii go over to Safeway. Those burritos are cheap and filling and fully customizable.
Mine had pepper jack, seasoned potato wedges, spinach, tomato, red onion, and chipotle sauce.
We orders some for each of the family and headed home by 8:30.
Then we cut up some fruit from the yard and poured some juice and dug in.
















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