My Honolulu: The Legit Crack Seed Stores From Small Kid Time

This classic post will make your taste buds pucker.

May 30, 2023

Stacey Makiya,

Editor’s note: This classic from 2018 will never get old—as long as crack seed is scooped from glass jars around the island, as long as waiting mouths pucker up in salty-sour anticipation.

Photo: Louis Scheer

I love crack seed stores, but ironically, I grew up hating crack seed.

It was literally cracked seed and painstakingly difficult to eat. I would watch my mom dig out all the edible parts (the meat) while plucking out all the cracked parts of the seed inside. That’s how she grew up eating it. For me, that way was ridiculous and too time-consuming. I opted for seedless or whole-seeded rock salt plums, cherry seeds, mango seed, sweet li hing mui and lemon peel. They all offered the same addictive, punchy, sour, extra salty, hint of sweetness flavor found in crack seed, minus all the humbug work.

Photo: Louis Scheer

During my hanabata days in Hawaiʻi Kai, I frequented three main crack seed stores: Crack Seed Store in Kaimukī, Doe Fang in ʻĀina Haina and Crack Seed Center at Ala Moana Center. My visits to these localized candy dime shops were often to stash up on snacks for a long day at the beach, a bribe from my mom so that when she shopped at Ala Moana, my sisters and I wouldn’t whine—and scrap—and sometimes, when my craving got real bad, I would pretend to have a sore throat. Locals know, lemon peel is winnahz when you’re sick.

Photo: Louis Scheer

Going as often as I did as a kid, you get to know the menu and workers. The Ala Moana store always had aunties in red aprons who would quickly approach you. “What you lookin’ foh?” If you were a longtime pro, you would look unsure and ask to “sample” a few different ones. Once you decided, you always asked for the bag unsealed. At least I did. Crack seed is like French fries—once you get a whiff of it, there’s no saving it for later.

At Doe Fang, the lovable Uncle Clay treated (and hugged) all his customers like ʻohana. His popular li-hing flavored Icees were the hands-down fave. The Kaimukī seed shop was known for marrying crispy kakimochi with the sweet-sour juices from wet li hing mui. It’s drool-worthy. Maaaybe more than Henry Golding. Nah.

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In college on the mainland, I remember my mom sending me care packages full of li-hing-this-and-that. I would tell my haole friends, “It’s like dried cherries.” They did not agree. One lick of a cherry or rock salt plum seed would send them into a food fit that involved sour faces, gagging noises and promises of revenge. I have to admit, my evil side enjoyed their reactions, but it wasn’t as if I was giving them natto (slimy, fermented bean curd)—that’s just cruel.

Photo: Louis Scheer

Over the years, my need for crack seed diminished. So did the number of shops. But when Crack Seed Center closed at Ala Moana and Doe Fang changed to a shave-ice-only shop, that stung—and not only on a nostalgic level. I had started creating my own memories with my daughter, taking her to my favorite crack seed haunts, even bribing her with a treat from Crack Seed Center during a long day of shopping. (The li hing apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.)

And, yes, I can take her to Wholesale Unlimited and Longs for sealed packages of li hing mango and peach strips, but not having an uncle or auntie scoop up some sweet li hing mui from a glass jar—even though you know the shelf life is way expired—de-flavors the experience.

Photo: Louis Scheer

My Gen Z 13-year-old has no idea what she’s missing. She thinks li hing is an accessory to freshly cut apples, malassadas or gummy worms. Every now and then, I take her to the Kaimukī shop, the only one that’s still around. Even though she’s more interested in the latest flavor of Hi-Chew, it’s OK. I savor every seed and moment I get to spend with her in a place so special to me.