This past weekend, my mom, sister, aunt, uncle and cousins went up to Santa Barbara to relax, shop, and unwind as we usually do for holidays. Santa Barbara is a sacred place for our family; it's where my mom and aunt grew up, where my parents got married and that special beach town where we've created endless memories.
Though many things have changed over the years, we are all creatures of habit and have our little rituals. These trips often involve a pecking order of what stores/restaurants to visit (see Corn & Black Bean Salsa), stockpiles of trashy magazines/ reality show voyeurism (hoarders!), mucho guacamole/magaritas/"Santa Barbara lemonade," and THIS for breakfast:
Years ago when my aunt and uncle would vacation in Hawaii, they would start every morning eating papaya w/ lime juice. We quickly adopted the idea and turned it into our own tradition.
Those pictured here are the Kapoho papayas (available widely in the U.S.), which I prefer exponentially over the larger Solo variety also found.
Cut papaya in half, scoop out seeds. Slice into boats and garnish with a wedge of lime.*
*Consume with a small spoon and a big smile.