CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Kai - to EatThe younger men dug up the hangi while the older ones supervised. Tama hung back, not wanting to get his best uniform stained. Hana stood next to him and watched the baskets retrieved from the ground, the scent of chicken and sweet potato filling her nostrils. “There’s no other smell like it, is there?” she mused, her tone thoughtful. “When we travelled Europe, we sampled all sorts of smoked delicacies, but I need to be right there whenever a hangi is dug up.
Tama smiled and nodded. “It tastes of home to me. Every time.”
Hana’s brow furrowed and she took a step back to allow the men to pass. Their biceps bulged with the weight of the food laden baskets. The vegetables emerged first and the meat last, liberated from their smoking pit. “You don’t sound settl
