Now if you have had the esteemable privilege of coming to one of our Halloween parties, you are fully aware that we do not have lame parties that are thrown together in a shoddy and slap-dash fashion. And as much as we hated it, a luau for 45 italian and american guests was going to take some serious committment on our part. And the guest list just kept on growing...
Luckily for the two of us, Cyn found a hawaiian cookbook that explained how to craft all of the local favorites including kalua pork, lomi salmon, poke, etc, and we embarked on trying to gather the required ingredients. And although we had never actually made any of these dishes, we had the cookbook, so how hard could it be? yeah right.
First things first, we needed to borrow a crockpot from my good friend Ann since we gave away our crockpot before we came over here (it's a voltage thing...). Next we needed to get a piece of pork butt and wouldn't you know it, our trusty commissary was fresh out. So Cyn had to brave the italian macelleria or butcher shop. Now it's hard enough for me to remember the difference between a chuck, a blade, and flank in english, but trying to get the right piece of meat from a guy who doesn't speak english was going to be tough nut to crack. Before I headed off to work that day, I gave the redhead the best advice I could muster: Just tell the guy, "ho bisogno di un pezzo di maiale come cosi" or for you italian challenged: I need a piece of pork like so. And when you say "like so", kinda grab your butt... I crossed my fingers and wished her luck.
Later on that night, Cynthia shared with me all of the wonderful things she was able to pick up at the italian grocery store including great tomatoes, a huge piece of fresh salmon, and a nice chunk of ahi tuna. She also had some nice pieces of pork from the macelleria and great story! Apparently when she was asking the handsome, young butcher behind the counter, she forgot to say she needed pork, so she just said, "I need a piece like this," and grabbed her butt, or essentially, she needs a piece of ass. At least that's what I'm assuming the way he interpreted the request! Well at any rate, she got a really good price...
Anyways... We spent most of the Friday night before the big day slaving away cleaning the house, cooking food, and practicing our little hula show. yes I said hula show. The next day offered us no respite since we had set up all of the tables outside under our carport, decorating the house, and finishing the dishes. Thankfully our good friend Marlene helped us out by cooking chicken long rice and garlic chicken, and "crockpot" Ann bought some chicken and teri sauce for me to grill up.
Right before the guests started to arrive, I printed out the names and ingredients of all our dishes, in english and italian, so everyone would know what they were getting themselves into. We had kalua pork, chicken long rice, teri and garlic chicken, ahi poke (raw fish), lomilomi salmon, white rice, haupia, and we had some guests bring some other salads and side dishes. What a feast! The guests started to arrive and Roland, our resident wine expert, started tending bar. I had set up a stereo outside with some great hawaiian music for all to enjoy, and our good friend Sabrina handed leis to all of our guests as they arrived. After I explained what the menu was for the evening, I let hordes loose on the buffet line! Now originally Cyn and I worried that we would have too much food because many of the italians wouldn't really like our exotic offerings. Boy were we wrong. They started off a little shy during the first round, the were a little cautious, but when they went back for seconds they reached for the big spoon! And it was this misjudgement on our part that lead to the biggest luau faux pas ever... we ran out of food! Oh for shame!
Well at least we had some good entertainment for them. Right after we ate, we played Hawaiian trivia, mixing up the questions in italian and english to give everyone a chance. Then, as the sun set and the evening cooled off, Cynthia changed into a beautiful red muumuu. And there on our little grassy lawn, under the romantic glow of our tiki torches, Cynthia danced the hula to the Hawaiian Wedding Song. People were blown away. My friend Stackhouse shook his head and said to me, "Is there anything she can't do?" Not that I can think of... And as if that weren't enough, she danced another hula, Lovely Hula Hands, with yours truly singing and playing the ukulele. Like I said, we know how to throw a party.
After that we enjoyed some desserts and sat and talked until the candles burned low. It was a killer luau! Now our only problem is that everyone will expect us to do it again next year!