In addition to the puaa, there was a umeke, a small bowl, of poi—taro root pounded to a paste. There was a dish, called pa, of lomilomi—salmon, which didn’t look a bit like salmon, since it had been shredded and kneaded into a salad. There was also a dish of moa, chicken cooked in coconut juice, and another pa of opihi, a small, delicately flavored shell fish.
This wasn’t all. There were pas of i’a, fish, and sweet potatoes, called uwala kalua.
“If I eat all this, I’ll explode,” Biff said.
“Here, have some of this,” Li said.
“What is it?” There was a suspicious look on Biff’s face.
“It’s delicious. Called limu.”
Biff took a small bite. His face lit up. “It’s good. But what is it?”
“Seaweed,” Li said and burst out into laughter.
“Honestly. This is seaweed?”
“That’s right. Not the kind you know, though. This is an edible seaweed.”