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Hawaiian Fast Food

You know how unusual it is for me to get interested in a cooking project - for me, cooking is just that tedious lag in the day before the eating can start.  But every once in a while, I get the bug to Make Something.

Today's inspiration came when Emma and I finally got to visit 99 Ranch Market, a huge Asian grocery store in Plano.  I think we were both missing all those fun foods we enjoy in Hawaii.  Plus, this place is so big and so exotic, it's a field trip all by itself.  Our visit helped us collect the final ingredients we needed to make one of the most fun grab-and-go foods on the Islands:  Musubi.

Now, I went to high school in Hawaii, but somehow never heard of this stuff.  But my sister and her family, who have lived there forever, taught us all about it on this last trip.  We're hooked now.  It's kind of like sushi, but simpler and heartier.  You make a bunch, when you make it, so it lasts a while in the frig as a filling snack.

Ready?  Here we go:


Like most things in Hawaii, it starts with rice.  When I got home from my sister's last fall, the first thing I did was run out and buy a rice cooker.  Sure, I can cook rice in a pan, and have for years, but these things do all the work, and if you get the water part right, they're almost fool-proof.  Here's my sister's mystical system for getting the right amount of water in your rice without formal measuring:  pour in as much rice as you want (I use long grain white... nothing special), and then add water.  If you touch the top of the rice with your finger, the water should come up to the first knuckle.  No matter how much or how little rice you use, it seems to work every time.  Next, I let the rice soak for about 15 minutes before pushing the GO button on the rice cooker.  Walk away and let the magic happen.

While that's cooking, you can pull out the Hawaiian secret weapon:


That's right.  Spam.  Don't laugh - there were about 20 different varieties available at the Asian market today.  They know a good thing when Hormel cans it.  You can't argue with 75 years of classic canned meat.


Slice it thin and brown it in a pan on both sides.  Set it aside  to cool.  I suppose if you're too good for Spam you could experiment with bacon.  But it just wouldn't be the same.

Assemble the remaining components:


Sushi nori - the thin, black, papery seaweed sheets that they wrap around sushi.  Ten sheets to a package.  Inexpensive and indispensable.


One of my favorite seasonings: Furikake... sesame seeds, seaweed, salt, and some other stuff.  (My nieces and nephew insist on adding it to popcorn.)  Adds some interest to boring stuff like plain rice.

That's it.  You're ready to put it all together.


Lay out a sheet of nori on a cutting board.  Center your handy-dandy sushi press in the center.  I got my press in Hawaii, but I bet the Asian stores here have them, too.


Ack.  Blur.  Emma is a very quick assembler.  Fill the form a bit more than half full with rice.  Press it down with the, uh, presser-thingy.


Add two slices of Spam.  We leave a space between them because we'll be cutting the finished musubi in half.


Sprinkle on the furikake.


Add another layer of rice, and press again.


Carefully remove the form and roll up one edge of the nori.  Wet the other edge of the nori, which makes it sort of self-adhesive.  Kind of like wetting the flap on an old-fashioned envelope.  I use my finger dipped into a cup of water.


Fold this edge over the first, and "glue" it down.  Cut your musubi in half and cover each piece with a piece of plastic wrap.

 
Repeat, to make as many as you like.  These are a favorite picnic food in Hawaii.  Perfect to pack for a day at the beach.  


Okay, we've got our snacks.  Now we just have to get back to Hale'iwa...

The Festival Culminates

Day Two at the festival continued the amazing journey into the very center of the fiber world.  In fact, after all the preparation, travel, set up and immersion in this world, we begin to feel like we've been transported to the Planet of the Sheep People.  And we LIKE it.


Julie's spinning here with her Sheep to Shawl team, the Black Sheep.  Their gorgeous shawl was woven with a Jacob sheep warp and a Hog Island sheep weft.  Rare breeds rock.  Their team didn't end up winning, but their shawl brought a lovely auction price.


Between forays into the shopping crowds and the eye-popping vendor wares, Emma took little naps and spinning breaks.  She spindle-spun some excellent Jacob roving, way above her experience level.  Was it the Golding spindle?  Is it her amazing spinning pedigree?  Or is she just an incredible kid?  Answer: #3.


We met Eric, who was rockin' the kilt thing, and was also drop spindling in his hand knit slouch hat.  Dude, go for the gold.


Angie took me up on the challenge of envisioning a fair isle project with the four shades of alpaca yarn I toted from Texas.  I sure hope I get to see the finished project.


On the last day, there's always a little urgency to sweep the fairgrounds to see every vendor in every booth, barn, tent and cranny.  I was freshly aware of how difficult it must be for fiber and yarn vendors to compete - the colors and put ups get more exciting and more beautiful, in order to get the customers' attention and stand out from the crowd.  Just wow. 


The critters know how to get our attention, by being just so irresistible and cute and stuff.  The goats were goaty and sweet...


The angora bunny babies wiggled their noses, and their way into our hearts...


And little week-old lambs... well, good luck passing those by without stopping.


But today was the last day.  And our sweet little Jacob Sheep Conservancy booth (which did really well, by the way, thanks) had to come down, again.


Nineteen minutes after the 5 o'clock bell, the booth was packed up, and my pals were on their varied ways home. 


Where else can you follow a van like this down the road and out onto the highway?  These are our people.

Now Emma and I get one last night of vacation, and then we head back home ourselves.  Our real life is pretty sweet, but this trip to Sheepville has been a treat, again.  Thank you, Maryland!

When we get back to Texas, Emma will take some of the amazing video and photos that we've kept under wraps, and put together a wonderful montage of the weekend, before the freshness is off of the experience.  Stay tuned.

A Day at the Festival

Beautiful morning...  Lanolin in the air...  Promise of shoppers and friends pouring through the fairgrounds gates..


And if you're not prepared for the breadth and depth of fiber amazement beyond those gates, your head is at risk of exploding.


Everywhere you look, the colors just boggle the mind.  There are so many talented fiber artists assembled in one place, that the possibilities and inspiration are almost hard to take in.


Quality fiber tools as far as the eye can see, made by people you've heard about and read about for years.


 Of course, the sheepy goodness never ends...


...displayed and trotted out for show.


We ran into a BUNCH of our favorite people, like Susie and the Aunties.  Here we were, catching up on what's going on at Juniper Moon Farm, and Susie shared some fantastic news that knocked me off my feet.  Do pop over to her blog to see for yourself.   Hint: PUPPIES!


And look who dropped by the booth!  Our fellow Gulf Coast Sheep breeder and the Jacob's Reward Farm website designer -- Texan Shaun Jones!  We've never met in person before, so this was really neat.  Shaun had come to the festival to take a shearing course, and will take home some new skills.  We got to swap some husbandry notes on our sheep, and just visit, before he had to head back to the airport for home.


We wore Emma clean to the bone, but she earned her nap - she and I spent the day gathering photos, video, interviews, and check-ins with Very Important People.  We're putting together a Maryland Sheep and Wool video that, I hope, will really give you a sense of being here with us, and getting a taste of some of the most characteristic flavors of this wonderful event.  You may see some folks you recognize...


Oh, and I had crab cakes for supper!  Yay, Maryland!


The Adventure Begins

Another trek to the Mother of All Wool Festivals - it means an airplane ride, very early in the morning.  Who knew there's a 4 o'clock in the AM as well as the PM?  Crazy.


Emma and I took the bumpy plane ride, dozing, snacking on peanuts, and wishing we'd gotten more sleep the night before.  But, it's an ADVENTURE!


There's something comforting about landing at the same airport, riding to the same car rental facility, and driving the same highways to the familiar fairgrounds where all the fun happens.  The sign is new.


And then the familiar sights and sounds (BAAA... BAAA... BAAA) of the sheep sheds and the vendor barns.  Dozens of breeds are displayed, and dozens of sheep stands are occupied by animals getting gussied up for the shows.


The faces...


The fleeces...







Emma was pressed into service right away, helping with the booth set up.  Especially the parts that require climbing.  Amanda helped, too, because even though she's a newlywed, she's one of the youngest people in our booth.


The stuff came together more quickly, and earlier than ever, so we had more time to spend roaming the aisles in the sheep barn.







One of my favorite traditions is the supper they provide for the shepherds and vendors on Friday evening in the show ring.  Cold cuts, dessert, soda and beer.  This is a relaxed time of reconnecting with old friends.  I love that after all these years, I recognize more and more people, who also recognize me.  These are my people.


Emma's having a great time -- she's always such a good sport.  But I think between our early morning and the enlistment into our work force, she's about had it for today.


And yet, even as we left the fairgrounds for our hotel, the work continued behind us, at the sheep beauty shop stations all over the grounds...


...with the sounds of sheep complaints ringing in our ears.

Tomorrow - The People Come.

Girl Time

We're hunkering down for the next few days here at the farm, making stuff and gearing up for the annual pilgrimage to the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival next weekend.  There's one new difference this year:  I get to take my daughter with me.


Em is just recently back from six months of homeschooling with my sister and the cousins in Hawaii, and we're going to take advantage of this ongoing flexible schedule.  Since she won't be missing days from a rigid public school schedule, we're going to take off on perhaps our only chance to do the big wool fest together before she returns to public school again.

She's been my best helper lately out in the pasture, working with the sheep and alpacas, scritching the dogs and herding the chickens.  She has a keen intuition with the animals and we have a great time together.  (OK, I have a great time... she comes along fairly willingly.)

Empty Hay Bunker.  Don't be fooled by that hard-packed junk in the bottom.

Full Hay Bunker.  The difference is clear.

Apparently, after you stuff yourself with hay, you chase it with some tasty dirt clods.

I'm looking forward to showing Emma all the amazing stuff at MDS&W, including more different kinds of sheep than you can imagine, and enough texture and color to choke a horse.  She doesn't think of textile arts as her future, but she knows enough to appreciate it, and she's a great sport when it comes to hanging out with her old mom's friends.

I can't wait.