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Michele and CQ, for want of a better job title, are our collating team at work. They put together the doctors' reports and whatever images are needed in whatever format desired, and make sure that they are sent out accurately. Not an easy job, let me tell you. Michele also doubles as our backup transcriber. You already know that CQ is a mean cook. Turns out Michele is one too.
Here is Michele's Hanamaulu-Like Chicken. My photo doesn't do it justice. No fancy plating or fancy lighting . . . taken as is . . . in a Ziploc container . . . just before I scarfed it. It was super super ono, and do you know why? It was soaked in liquor for 2 to 3 days!! Hooo hooo Kimo . . . thinking of you.
Here's Michele's handwritten recipe. It's her aunty's version of Hanamaulu Cafe's chicken. Sorry, no more time to retype it for you . . . got some crochetting I gotta do. Jose bought 6 of my beanies!! If I ever get around to making extra, I'll let you guys know. I'm gonna sell um for only 10 bucks each. Cheap yah.
Here's CQ's sausage. Do you know how she made um? She got Italian sausage and removed the meat carefully, keeping the casings intact. Then she cooked the meat with other ingredients and RESTUFFED IT. Who in their right minds does something like that yah?? Dat's NUTS . . . but talk about ono!
Okay, so let me see if I can get this right. In one pan she fried the sausage, some hamburger, egg, panko, garlic salt and pepper. In other pan she sauteed spinach, minced garlic, onion and cooked rice in a little bit of oil. She then combined half of the meat mixture (she used the other half to make some chili) with the spinach mixture and restuffed the casings. Like I said, NUTS but ono.
One night about 20 years ago, Wendell and I were in the living room watching TV. Wendell got a phone call from someone with the Hawaii Kai Youth Baseball League. He said that a new family had just moved into the neighborhood and had missed signing up their son for the current baseball season. The draft had already taken place and although Wendell had already chosen the players for his team, he wondered if Wendell would be willing to pick up an extra member. Wendell agreed. His name was Dane Marcouiller, a quiet, shy hapa haole kid who turned out to be one of the best all-around players that Wendell has ever coached. And the Marcouiller family . . . one of the best ever.
Dane and Laurie's wedding was held yesterday at Loulu Palm Estate in Haleiwa. This is one of my first shots of the day. It's of the recession . . . opposite of procession . . . which in wedding talk is the exiting of the wedding party after the ceremony. So you know what that means, huh . . . yup . . . we were late. We totally missed the wedding ceremony. Aiyaaaaaa.
Jay and Bryce are Dane's brothers. Wendell was fortunate enough to have been able to coach them too, extending the Marcouiller legacy 13 years.
Dane's parents, Dave and Amy Marcouiller. Here, I am at a loss for words. What can I say about a friendship between families that began with a single phone call 20 years ago? A friendship that has endured long after the last baseball season ended. What can I say . . . but that such a thing is rare and very precious.
Laurie's parents. Alan Nakamura is actually my classmate. I remember him well. He doesn't remember me at all. Hahahaha.
The Nakamura's dog Ty was the ring bearer.
Darren on the left and Nuff-Beanies-Already Kimo next to him, both coached by Wendell about 30 years ago. Faye Wong on the right. Her son Brent played baseball with Landon.
This is the official photographer David Lau. He was in the process of setting up a softbox when something caught his eye. I had to grab this shot . . . thought it was funny. I actually met David awhile back. I bought a Canon flash transmitter from him off of Craigslist. I e-mailed him recently when I had a problem with the transmitter. Turns out I just needed to change the battery. Duhhhh. That's why I'm still a wanna-be.
I often think of my friend Kevin's words about letting the professionals do their job and to not be a distraction to their subjects. Since I cannot leave my gear at home . . . that's impossible . . . I do try to stay away from the main photography action as much as I can . . .
but it's not easy.
I told you . . . not easy. After emerging from behind some bushes to get this shot . . .
I turned around and went back to the party. The ono food was done by Poke Stop.
There was a sushi bar also with three . . . count um . . . three . . . sushi chefs.
Here are more shots. I must tell you . . . not only were we late for the wedding, but almost from the beginning my flash stopped working. So essentially what I have here for you are shots from right after the ceremony until just before the start of the reception program. Kinda like I only got what happened during intermission. Sheese . . . what kine coverage is dat, yah?!
