One of the cardinal rules of food is not to "yuck" somebody else's "yum," a pretty tricky proposition for a food critic. That said, one should at least try the yuck prior to, you know, yucking it.
Last week I got into some hot water for making assumptions about the intersection of big ag products like Hormel and ethnic food traditions. Musubi is nothing more than Spam sushi, the beloved Hawaiian food tradition, with a cool name. I promised I'd research and try it, a practice one should always adhere to before any sermon. And so I did.
Like lots of food of dubious nature, Spam was a survival food. It showed up as a military ration for troops stationed in Hawaii in World War II, and the tradition of eating it stuck. Local Japanese turned it into sushi, and voila: Musubi. Maybe you already knew all this, but I did not. I learned a lot during this little faux pas of mine, and for that I am grateful.
Even though the Spam Food Truck is passing our cities by, Musubi are available every day at Unideli. It's seared Spam over a rice pad bound with a strip of nori, and the best part about it was the little slick of eel sauce beneath the Spam. It put me in a mindset to have unagi, and maybe if unagi was unavailable Spam would do, and I can see how this could be a comfort food for some.
But not me! I'll pass on any further Musubi, but the good news is, Unideli is one of the top slingers of ramen in either city, as well as purveyor of the best Kombucha in town -- the yuzu pear was a heck of a beverage -- for washing away both the Spam and my own shame.
If a girl has to self-flagellate, eating Spam is an effective way to do it. If you, yourself are a Musubi lover, then all the more for you!
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