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Winner winner kina dinner
Author. Leisha Jones — 10/ 06/ 2016
My first taste of kina was as a doe-eyed Daddy’s girl, fishing off the rocks with my father. I looked up at him as if he were Jacques Cousteau, as he pulled his diving knife out of its holster and picked up a kina off the rocks. He crudely ripped the top off, gave it a quick dunk in the ocean and urged my sister and I to try it. It was too much for my little body to handle, and what resulted was a symphony of tears, retching and wailing as I clawed at my tongue and tried to rinse the sour taste out of my mouth with seawater. Cheers, Dad…