What I Nom Today ~ Now, if you were raised in Hawaii or know any better, when you go to the islands, don't bother asking for a donut.  No one would know what a donut is.  Now, if you ask for a MALASADA, nooooooooow you're talking, haole.  A malasada is basically a holeless donut.  If you give the local folks a donut, they're likely to say "Eh brah! No be cheap ah? I no like one big puka in my malasada!" (Or something like that...my pidgin is rusty these days).  My point being...so, when I heard that the Cross Street Deli had malasadas available...and only Saturdays & Sundays...and you have to ask for it by name...they're not even listed on the board...you better believe this long-lost Hawaiian girl trucked her ass all the way to East Somerville for a taste of back home.  Unfortunately, the malasadas here on the mainland weren't the same as I remember.  These malasadas were huge disks of fried dough covered with sugar.  Back home, a malasadas is more round, more compact, think a jelly donut but filled with more donut dough instead of jelly.  In any case, it was still fried doughy delicious goodness, but just not the malasadas of my youth.

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