I'm heading to an annual gathering hosted by Jayson and Alberta Mock Chew, taro farmers in the Waipi'o Valley, also known as the Valley of the Kings for the many Hawaiian rulers who called it home. Far from the tiki bars and surf shops on the island's resort side, these Hawaiians know how to celebrate their culture without the clichés. The Mock Chews gather every year under a grove of monkey pod trees beyond the farm's taro plots, and one integral ingredient is on full display: 'ohana. It's the term for family (the root word, 'ohā, refers to the corm—or tuberous stem—of the taro plant, considered the sacred "staff of life" in the South Pacific), and the Mock Chews have a large one. In Hawaiian, 'ohana can extend to distant cousins, adoptees, stray cats, and even, in certain circumstances, friends from distant shores.