Ink in our blood

2 10 2012

Once a news writer, always a news writer.

Both my friend and colleague Linda Lau Anusasananan and I are retired from working 9-5 for news and magazine publishers, but we still write regularly. Both of us post blogs—more than one each, still freelance, and we both just published books in the last two months. It was a coincidence that we both wrote independently about our families for future generations.

We follow our passions. Linda is a veteran food writer from Sunset, where I met her in the early Seventies in the editorial test kitchens. She enjoyed a long career at the magazine. The license plate on her car says “FOODIE.”

I, on the other hand, started writing the daily news at the Honolulu Advertiser. I moved to Sunset where I swapped my position at the Hawaii field office for six months for one at the Menlo Park headquarters. That is where I learned to write recipes and develop my appreciation and sense of taste for food. Later I wrote news and information about the community colleges of the University of Hawaii. I don’t have vanity plates.

Linda, my foodie friend

On Sunday Linda flew from California to share her The Hakka Cookbook: Chinese Soul Food from around the World (University of California Press, 2012) with the Chinese Hakka community in Honolulu. It was the day after the official book launch at the Asian Art Museum in San Francisco. It’s the start of her book tour.

The Tsung Tsin Association’s Autumn Banquet was an opportunity to provide recipes and cultural information to an ethnic population that craves the food tastes of their childhood. There is no restaurant here that I know of that specializes in Hakka food, but now, someone could open one with Linda’s recipes (hint!).

As Linda wrote in her dedication, “Most of all, this is for Hakkas throughout the world, so they can honor and preserve their roots with the foods of their ancestors.”

Interestingly, both of us wrote about our “hometown villages” in China, recounting the 2005 trip Linda made to do her research. DH and I joined Linda’s family and, as I’ve mentioned before, enjoyed all the eating.

In The Chong Family in a New Millennium, authored by my cousin James H. Kim On Chong-Gossard and edited by Rebekah Luke (Chong Hee Books, 2012), I included the article “A Visit to Our Ancestral Homeland.” This little book is the sequel to Chong-Gossard’s The Chong Family History that chronicles my maternal grandparents’ story from the orphanage in Chong Lok, China, to 1992. Our 2012 book includes genealogy charts, full-color photos of nearly everyone of six generations, unique insights by the author and essays and anecdotes about family from several other cousins.

The sure-to-be-a-success recipes in The Hakka Cookbook are interwoven with stories about the recipes, the people who shared them, and Linda’s personal journey to learn about her Chinese roots. To me, I view it as the story of everyone who’s ancestors immigrated. Lucky for Hakka people, Linda’s book documents the experience for future generations. It’s a wonderful read.

As I write this, it’s dawn before everyone else is awake, even the dogs and the baby Sofia, and Linda is sitting across the table with her laptop too. We write because we believe it’s important that our children understand where we came from. The ink is in our blood, but rather than write for the government (i.e., public relations), we write what we like.

Future generations: Linda’s daughter Lisa and granddaughter Sofia are visiting from California too. Here they are at Kaaawa Beach yesterday.

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Copyright 2012 Rebekah Luke




Popo goes to Italy

28 09 2012

Pretty soon I’ll be posting from Italy! I’ve been getting ready for the long vacation from Rebekah’s Studio, but I’ve arranged for you to follow me on my new blog Popo Goes to Italy. I apologize so very much for being missing in action here.

DH and I are preparing to make our house guests and house- and pet-sitter welcome and to enjoy the next week and a half with friends and students.

Tomorrow we’re bicycling from Jim and Sharon’s house to see the Blue Angels fly over Kaneohe Bay. Taking the tandem.

My friends Linda, Lisa, and Sofia arrive from San Francisco on Sunday. Linda is the author of The Hakka Cookbook: Chinese Soul Food from around the World (University of California Press, 2012), and she’s scheduled to do a book signing at the Tsung Tsin Association‘s Autumn Banquet in Honolulu that we’re all attending.

DH and I had the pleasure of traveling with Linda to China as she went from place to place, restaurant to restaurant, talking to chefs, researching and eating Hakka dishes, and finding out more about our Hakka heritage in our grandparents’  homeland. We each included each other in our respective publications—mine is The Chong Family in a New Millennium.

We’ll have a lot of fun with Linda’s daughter Lisa, who was on the China trip with us, and almost-three-year-old granddaughter Sofia. We need a toddler fix. Lisa lived in Italy and married an Italian.

DH and I will have time to attend the First Birthday Luau for Eva and Kingston, girl-and-boy twins, who live down the highway. Special family friends too, so a very special gift is in order—my Kalo Diptych. Shh, it’s a surprise!

Kalo diptych / 10″ x 7″ / oil on canvas / each panel framed separately

My painting students have two more classes with me before a break. They’ll be painting on their own while I’m away.

Then we’ll greet Joe who’s ready at the drop of a hat to come from Florida to take care of Ula, Alice Brown, Pua, and the house. Because he just loves Hawai‘i! It’s all arranged.

Thank you so much for checking in. Be well. I’ll be in touch as Popo Goes to Italy.

Copyright 2012 Rebekah Luke




In between waves

23 07 2012

Here I am, back at the studio!

I’m in between waves of project work, believe it or not. The Chong Family in A New Millennium is finally in press production at Chong Hee Books, and the family reunion plans for August are on schedule.

The yachts in the Pacific Cup race to Kaneohe are midway on the ocean. The first boats that I will be making lei for aren’t expected until Friday, so I won’t have to begin gathering until Wednesday.

And not until next Tuesday do I install the art exhibit of cousins’ paintings.

It’s a ways before supper time. My choices are to go for a tandem bike ride with DH, have a snack, or take a nap. What would you do?

I’ll be sure to post updates on these events . . . after my nap!

Copyright 2012 Rebekah Luke




Pick me! Eat me!

1 07 2012

Pick me!

It’s as if the orange kou blossom fell from the tree and joined the mini pineapple growing below to say, “Pick me!”

I planted the cut top of a supermarket pineapple in a pot of soil quite a few months ago, ignoring it for the most part, but watering it with other bromeliads in my routine of giving the whole garden a drink.

This morning the fruit begged to be harvested. It was just as much work to prepare for eating as a larger pineapple, but I treated it like gold. Very tasty and refreshing, nutritious, ripened by the sun, and free!

Mahalo e ke Akua no kēia mea ʻai.

Mini homegrown pineapple. It doesn’t get any fresher than this!

Homegrown mini pineapple compared to a commercially grown pineapple behind.

Copyright 2012 Rebekah Luke




From bubble charts to lists

24 06 2012

Things aren’t so bad that I have to make bubble charts. That was last week. Now I’m down to making lists, a lot of lists. Before I know it, summer will be over, and I’ll be off to Italy to see Miss Marvelous. I always seem to have a project going. I’m just wired that way.

The two or three major items are heading up the making of the boat lei for the Pacific Cup yacht race arrivals from San Francisco that tie up at Kaneohe Yacht Club at the end of July, my family reunion in August, and publishing The Chong Family Reunion in a New Millennium (working title) to coincide with the Chong reunion.

Thankfully, I’ve learned to delegate tasks and design activities  for a fun time.

The lei-making project is under control as I’ve alerted my crew to the ETAs of the boats. I’m never really sure about the ti leaf supply and the volunteer labor pool until they show up. It’s touch and go, but very exciting and very enjoyable to welcome these boats. Every two years within a week-long period we make about 50 huge leis, 12 feet long each, and the net proceeds go to the Koolauloa Hawaiian Civic Club scholarship fund.

For some reason I thought 2012 would be a good year to have a family reunion, and started the ball rolling more than a year ago. It’s been five years since all of my mother’s side of the family got together. She was the youngest of 15 children, all born in North Kohala, Hawai‘i. We’re going back to the land of our roots, as well as having some activities on Oahu. Today I just need to hear back from a committee to confirm a venue before sending out another packet of information to my cousins.

The launching point for this year’s Chong Family Reunion was the 20th anniversary of the publishing of The Chong Family History authored by my cousin James H. Kim On Chong-Gossard. It was time for a sequel. So The Chong Family Reunion in a New Millennium is the current work in progress published by my Chong Hee Books. It has evolved into an e-publication that can be viewed on the iPads everyone is getting.

I’ve discovered the main difference of an e-pub versus print on paper, in my case, is the time savings. I’ve chosen the blog software of wordpress.com and the blog-to-book service called Book Smart offered on blurb.com.  I’ll be able to format the publication up until the last minute before “delivery,” and because it is a blog, I can make corrections, additions, and other changes any time. Then, anyone who would like a hard copy can order it.

It’s just as much work, however, as a printed publication, if not more, especially during the learning curve. I’ve experience that challenge already, and now I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Meanwhile, I continue to check off items on those lists!

Copyright 2012 Rebekah Luke




Batteries not included

2 06 2012

Remember I wrote recently we are now a one-car family. That means the 2004 Prius will get more wear and tear with two dogs and a second driver. If this car has to last us a long time, I said, we have to take good care of it. Wash it regularly inside and out.

We like the Prius mainly because the hybrid gets such good mileage compared to a gasoline-only vehicle.

For eight years I have taken it religiously to the Toyota dealer for scheduled maintenance and cannot complain about the service. A little red maintenance light goes on on the dashboard, and a windshield sticker shows at what odometer reading I should take it to the shop.

When I made the appointment for yesterday I noticed a change in the telephone protocol.  Whereas before I would say I’d like to bring the car in for servicing, the rep would suggest a day and time, and I would say “thank you” and we’d hang up; now there is a lengthier script including at the end, “Thank you, and is there anything else we can do for you today, Ms. Luke?”

The appointment time depends on what kind of service you want—”regular scheduled maintenance” in my case, whether you will be waiting on the premises for your car—”yes, ma’am,” and whether you need a courtesy shuttle to your workplace or wherever you want to go. It’s nice that the car place is paying attention to customer service.

Upon check in I asked about one more thing besides the scheduled maintenance. DH remembered about this, and he wanted to get it fixed before the arrival of our house- and pet-sitter, who would have use of the car.

I said, “I have two keys to this car. One of them is a replacement because the car would lock and unlock itself without my doing anything with the key. It was so frustrating, I ordered another key.” (Our Prius is not the model that starts with the key in your pocket, by the way.)

“Now,” I said, “the remote feature on two keys to lock and unlock the door doesn’t work, and we’ve been using the mini manual key to open the door. Is there some way to reset them? What could be wrong?”

And the service rep asked, “Did you replace the battery?”

Huh? I said to myself. The key has a battery?! In eight years, no one told me the key has a battery. And DH is an engineer! But I kept my cool and said sweetly, “Perhaps you could show me where the battery is and how to change it.”

“I hope you have a small enough screw driver,” the rep said. He turned the key over, and simultaneously, with the fingernail of one hand moving the same tiny knob used to release the manual key and the thumb of the other hand on the back of the key, he slid off the back to reveal four teeny tiny screws. “Under this piece is the battery,” he pointed out.

What a revelation. Who knew? Being Chinese, I wondered if I had to buy the replacement key to begin with. It was very expensive — three figures!

I told this story to DH at the end of the day when I picked him up, and he said, “Did you think to ask them to replace the battery for you?”

Sheepishly I said, “No, I didn’t think . . .”

Copyright 2012 Rebekah Luke




One-car family

18 05 2012

Mechanic, DH, and the tow truck driver figuring the Toyota’s fate

Starting Sunday we will be a one-car family. DH has found a buyer for his pickup. He sold it to Joe, the first of eight people who replied in the first 15 minutes to his Craigslist ad for parts.

We’ll try to make it work. It can’t be too bad. We’re just two people, two dogs, and sometimes a complaining cat.

The truck doesn’t run anymore. The mechanic pronounced it unsafe if proper repairs weren’t made, and after much thought DH has decided to give it up. He drove it to take the dogs to the beach, haul stuff to the dump, and drive to the museum where he’s a docent once a week. But lately he’s been driving the Prius there to save on gas. Sometimes he took TheBus.

Recently I took TheBus from the studio to glee club practice. It was easy. I went online and entered my address, destination, and arrival time for a list of several routes to choose from.

TheBus was on time, and the transfer connection was great. The ride took an hour and 50 minutes — an hour longer than in a car — but I didn’t have to drive, got to look at the scenery, and the fare was $2.50.

A few days ago DH went to TheBus Pass Office on Middle street to buy a senior annual pass. Only $30 for the whole year! Seniority has its privileges! As a newish iPhone user, he also discovered the bus information on the map app. With a little planning, and because he has time, this could work.

So we’re going to give it a try, this one-car family bit. DH is thinking of the money he’ll save to put toward a trip to Italy to see Miss Marvelous and family. My friends say I’ll be giving up my independence. I’m thinking less is more.  We shall see.

Copyright 2011 Rebekah Luke