The header for this blog is our version of "pupus". My husband coined this term for the lunches I put together on our deck. I have no idea why, he was not a fan of being in Hawaii where pupus are the norm. I mean he liked Hawaii okay but hated the long flight over there and the idea that he was on a crowded island. Anyway "pupus" are what we called our little bites of this and that. It must have been his Swedish heritage and the smorgasbord thing. I loved putting them together on our cute fish plates carried out to the table on a beautiful rattan tray that our friends, the Murphy's gave us one Christmas. There are many photos and memories of these concoctions. I chose today to write about them as it would have been Steve's 69th birthday. The saddest part of his illness was when he couldn't eat anything but soup. He did accompany it with a pint of wheat beer or glass of wine. At least we enjoyed our ocean views on the deck and each other's company.
So, today, I made a small lunch of our pupus and toasted him with a glass of Sauvignon Blanc. The sun came out long enough for me to eat out on the deck too.
I found some pretty yummy looking pictures from my "Pupu's" file to share.