Who is Champuru?

Aloha, I'm Donna, known everywhere on the Internet as "Champuru." I'm a Christian, blissfully wedded to my perfect match (the yang to my yin) of 15 years and a stay-at-home mom to my miracle baby, born in October 2008. Living life in Hawaii, less than 5 miles from my hometown, seeking balance in her pursuit of family, faith, recreation, and rest. Read more on the About page.

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Farmer’s Market


Spicy Edamame Tofushi

As I mentioned, I’m totally on this healthy eating / moderately macrobiotic kick lately. So, this morning I took my parents to the Kapiolani Community College (KCC) Farmer’s Market, Down to Earth (Moiliili) and Marukai for a whirlwind health food shopping expedition.


Choy Sum

Today was the first time I’ve ventured to the KCC Farmer’s Market, mainly because I really didn’t have much interest in organic/locally-grown produce in the past. Whatever was available at my neighborhood Long’s or Safeway was pretty much good enough for me. After all, KCC is pretty darned far from where I live and the Farmer’s Market begins and ends early on Saturday mornings (7:30 – 11:00 am). But now that I’ve got a vested interest in eating healthier, I’ve decided to make the effort.


Spicy Ahi Tofushi

First of all, I was shocked to see the droves of patrons and the madhouse that the KCC parking lot becomes at the height of the rush. The stalls seem pretty narrow and it doesn’t help that people driving large SUVs don’t think twice about parking crooked with a tire or two over the line, which renders the neighboring stall useless unless you’re driving a moped. If people took the time to straighten out their car, more parking would be available for others. Can you tell that inconsiderate drivers bug me?


Kimpira Gobo

Despite the grim parking situation, we got lucky and managed to find a stall relatively close to the action. Tons of vendors offering hot food of all kinds, bottled/pickled/preserved fruits and vegetables, fresh cut flowers, plants, and of course, farmers with their fresh produce. If I wasn’t so grouchy after contending with the parking lot situation, I would have taken some photos, but alas, the throngs of people deterred me from taking my camera out of my purse. However, the excitement of discovering new and exciting wares quickly melted my foul mood.

I saw veteran shoppers with collapsible crate carts to roll their purchases in as they browsed the aisles of vendors. (Mental note: Get one!) My poor dad ended up carrying almost everything, since I’m surrounded by people who are ultra-paranoid about me lifting anything these days. So, what did I buy? Papayas, lichee, corn, beets, cabbage, Japanese cucumbers, a green onion plant to grow on my patio, and various prepared foods (2 kinds of tofushi, kimpira gobo, and hijiki).

After the farmer’s market, we headed to Down to Earth in Moiliili where I discovered that shopping organic is anything but cheap. On the up side, I managed to find the elusive organic genmai (brown rice) miso for $8.59 and mugi (barley) miso for $10.49 that I had been looking for. I also purchased a one-ounce bag of agar agar flakes for $8.79 (!).

Our last stop was Marukai, which didn’t hit my pocketbook nearly as hard as Down to Earth. I managed to refrain from picking up a $12 package of Shincha (first harvest) loose tea leaves. They were giving out samples and my affinity for good green tea almost compelled me to buy it, despite my better judgment to avoid caffeine. (The doctor says I can have two servings per day, but I have been trying my best to limit my caffeine intake as much as possible.) I actually had it in my cart, but I put it back before I hit the cash register. I always say that it’s best to have buyer’s remorse before you buy something. It saves time and money.

All in all, it was a very productive day. I attempted the Berry Cherry Parfait with Tofu Cream recipe today. It’s currently setting in my refrigerator as we speak, so I don’t know how it turned out yet. I think I messed up the tofu cream part though, since I ran out of vanilla extract and added an extraneous ingredient (2 T. of brown rice syrup) by mistake. I might pick up a tub of Cool Whip later tonight, just in case I ruined the tofu cream. If it’s photogenic enough, I’ll take a picture later.

Too big, too small, just right?

Today I am 23-1/2 weeks along in my pregnancy. This week, I had two acquaintances at work sheepishly inquire whether I am pregnant. In both cases, there was a clear apprehension about possibly being wrong and I had to fight the temptation to respond, “no, I’m just fat” just to see their startled reaction.

I suppose from certain angles it could appear that I just picked up a beer belly, but in certain tummy-accentuating outfits, it is clear that I am with child — either that or I swallowed a beach ball.

I’m getting more comments from people about my waddle as I travel down the hallways at work. I’m still in denial that I’ve developed a waddle. Perhaps someone needs to videotape me in action so I can see for myself.

Other comments I’ve received this week:

“Donna! So… any day now?”

“You’re 23 weeks pregnant?! You’re so small, you’re hardly showing, I didn’t even notice!”

“You’re really big for 23 weeks. I should know. I have four kids.”

“So, do you have an outie yet?”

Can you guess which one(s) were made by men? :)

It’s going to be interesting once bon dance season starts, since my center of gravity is out of whack now. I also wonder if my hapi coat will be able to fit over my third trimester tummy?

Dancing Fools


champuru bon dance posse

On Saturday, I coordinated a BBQ potluck to kick off the summer and the coming of the bon dance season. The attendees were the core group that I arbitrarily call the “champuru bon dance posse,” mainly because I’m usually the instigator that rallies the gang and determines where we’ll be on any given weekend during the bon dance season. (I’m bossy like that.) Actually, our attendance is usually determined by whether or not the temple features Okinawan dancing.

I truly love the summer. Of course, as a Christian, I do not observe the religious aspect of obon, but participate for the cultural experience. It’s also a wonderful way to spend warm summer evenings outdoors, enjoying good friends, food, music, and dancing. We bring our folding chairs and eat fried noodles and spam musubi under the moonlight, engaging in lively conversation accompanied by taiko drums and spirited music.

I created a website specifically for bon dance information at dancingfools.org. The domain name is based on the Japanese proverb that I’ve been using as the motto for all of my bon dance videologs:

“We’re fools whether we dance or not,
so we might as well dance.”

The site contains the 2008 bon dance schedule as well as links to photos and videos from last year’s escapades. I’ll be updating it throughout the summer as well, so check back often. I also intend to create some “Dancing Fools” apparel and accessories as soon as I can muster the motivation to work on the designs.

If you see my preggie belly in a hapi coat this bon dance season, be sure to stop by and say “hello.”

Revelation and a Recipe

On Saturday, Joyce and I attended a macrobiotic cooking class, coordinated by Arnold and instructed by Leslie Ashburn of Macrobiotic Hawaii. She focused on Japanese macrobiotic cooking, which was smack dab in my area of interest. As I’m quickly heading into my last trimester, I am becoming increasingly concerned about my health and how that translates to Baby Champuru.

Leslie demonstrated a number of dishes, encouraging questions and discussion that created an entertaining and engaging class that concluded with participants sampling the delicious fruits of her labor. The dishes were gently flavored and may require your palate to acclimate themselves to the new tastes if you’re more accustomed to feasting on fast food and plate lunches. However, there is no comparison between the feeling you get after eating a macrobiotic lunch and a McDonald’s extra value meal. Even though I ate a TON, I didn’t have that icky, oh-my-gosh-I-feel-miserable feeling that I would normally get after eating a heavy meal. You also leave the table with a good, guilt-free feeling of wellness, knowing that you did something good for your body rather than waddling away thinking “I really shouldn’t have ate that.”

It seems so logical: making that connection between what you eat and how you feel. It’s common sense, right? Not always, especially when convenience is king and hitting the drive-thru is a way of life for many of us who eat on the run. But, what are the long-term consequences for taking these shortcuts? We’re already seeing the effects in the prevalent problem of obesity and poor health. This is definitely not what I want for my child and for my family. I am a big proponent of moderation, so I doubt that I’ll go completely macrobiotic/vegan — but if I can make healthier choices when cooking at home, I believe it will only benefit us in the long run.

Okay, I’m stepping off my soapbox now and getting back to the food. :)

I was most impressed with the dessert, Berry Cherry Parfait with Tofu Cream, which was made completely without sugar and was so delicious! (In fact, it was so delectable that I am craving it at this very moment!) If the thought of “tofu cream” makes you want to gag, trust me, after tasting it, you would never guess that it was made of tofu. The only down side to the recipe is the difficulty in finding the required ingredients. I was so eager to make this dish that I made a special trip to Down to Earth in search of such foreign ingredients as brown rice syrup and agar agar flakes. Unfortunately, they had neither at the location I visited. I suppose I will have to venture out to the downtown location sometime in the next week or so.

I was able to track down the ingredients for the Dried Daikon and Shiitake Miso Soup, Hijiki, and Tsukemono. I made them on Saturday night and was pleased by how simple they were to make and how well the dishes turned out. I altered the recipes somewhat to my own taste and will probably continue to tweak them as I go. I made the miso soup two days in a row, and the second day’s attempt was better than the first. That will probably end up being a staple in my household. I love the subtle flavor of the broth, which contains no dashi (broth flavored with bonito fish flakes), but rather is made solely with the soaking water from the sengiri daikon and the shiitake mushrooms. I couldn’t find the organic brown rice miso or barley miso that it calls for, so I am hoping that I’ll be able to find it either at the downtown Down to Earth store or perhaps Marukai or Shirokiya.

I’ll share my slightly altered recipe for the miso soup with you. If you try it, let me know what you think.

Sengiri Daikon and Shiitake Miso Soup
1/4 cup dried daikon (sengiri daikon), soaked and chopped
6 dried shiitake mushrooms, soaked and sliced
6 cups water, including the water that you used to soak the dried vegetables
3 T miso (or to taste)
tofu, cubed
1 t dried wakame
2 green onions, sliced

Soak the sengiri daikon in enough water to cover it, then chop, set aside (saving the soaking water). Soak the dried shiitake mushrooms, chop them, and set aside (saving the soaking water). Place the soaking water and fresh water (totaling 6 cups of liquid) into a pot. Add the chopping and sliced daikon and shiitake and bring to a gentle boil. Cover, simmer, and turn heat to low. Simmer for about 20 minutes. Remove the cover and take out a small amount of broth from the pot and place into a bowl. Blend with the miso. Pour the pureed miso back into the pot, add tofu and wakame, and simmer gently (without boiling). Serve garnished with sliced green onions.

More recipes can be found on Leslie Ashburn’s website at macrobiotichawaii.com.

Naming Baby

In the news this week was a list of the most popular names in 2007 in the United States and in Hawaii, as published in the Honolulu Star-Bulletin. The top ten names in Hawaii were:

1. Sophia
2. Ava
3. Chloe
4. Isabella
5. Emma
6. Madison
7. Mia
8. Maya
9. Hailey
10. Emily

In perusing the list, our first choice for Baby Champuru didn’t even show up in the top 100, which is actually a good thing in my opinion. We want Baby Champuru to have a unique and distinctive name. So, what is our top choice, you ask? So far, it looks like Baby Champuru will be named Krislyn — after the daughter of one of my dearest friends, Lindy.

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