
Scenes from last weekend’s bbq at Waimanalo Beach.
Everyone does it differently. Some take it to the extreme, some keep it low tech, but everyone does it. I’m talking about BBQing at the beach by the way.
The beach BBQ is part of the island culture. In Hawaii, when it’s your birthday or there’s a holiday, you gather at the beach to eat, drink and play. You know the drill. You wake up late on Saturday, load up your folding chairs and beach gear, then hit the market. Poke – check, beer – check, red cups – check, and let’s see…something different this time, ah yes, a pineapple. Smell it to make sure it’s ripe (it should smell really really sweet). Wait, should I bring a knife to cut the pineapple? No, they’ll surely have a knife. (They never have a knife.) Now pick up a bag of ice and you’re off.
You get to the beach and your friends are sipping beers and starting coals. Some are in an intense game of Portuguese horseshoes or throwing the football or waxing up their surfboards. You jump in on one of these activities. But first things first, crack that beer. And don’t forget to put it in your red cup. The cops are cool as long as you do.
As the day goes on you talk, laugh and eat with your friends. And as and the sun goes down you find yourself with a pound of meat in your belly, some toasty bronze shoulder blades and a nice buzz. Now where did I put that pineapple.





