Funny thing though, I don't remember the tubes looking quite like that when I used to have them as a kid in SF. For some reason I seem to recall less small type, and more "Flicks" written all over the wrapper.
Anyways, I just got home from work about 25 minutes ago, and I'm now sitting down to this blog entry well sated. I was a bit hungry before I even walked in the door. A quick review of the pantry found a nice can of Kirkland chunk chicken in a can, which was whipped up into a very nice chicken salad with pickles and jalapeños in no time. I spread that on a bit of bread with a slice of sharp cheddar, and grilled it up in my nice big cast iron pan that had preheated while I was mixing up the other stuff. Dessert was a small palm full of Ghirardelli semi-sweet chocolated chips, but as I sat there looking at the bag I imagined, or should I say fantasized about having a nice big ol' tube of those Flicks that my sister and I loved as children. She always made her's last longer, but that always seemed to be the case in those days. Whether it was an ice cream cone from 31 flavors, of which she almost always got bubble gum flavor so she could chew the gum long after the cone was gone, to a bag of fries from McDonalds, she always had much more patience than I.
I still power through a treat these days, and I imagine that's part of the reason I'm a fatty and she's still skinny.
Yeah, so along that same impulsive thread, I'm jumping on the Bento wagon. I've convinced myself, most assuredly falsely, that my sons will eat everything they should if we could simply make it fun looking in a colorful lunchbox with a Japanese flair. I've even ordered special Bento boxes for each boy, as well as one for myself, so that I can finally break out some of the Japanese cookbooks I've got in the library and try some dishes like Onigiri, even if I'm the only one who'll eat 'em, which I find actually likely. As a warmup though, I picked up some ingredients for a staple dish from Hawaii that I haven't had in years, Spam and egg Musubi. For more details about that simply hit the old youtube and search for Spam Musubi. So I picked up a couple cans of Spam the other day, and somehow the boys found the cans in the pantry and demanded some from Mel. She gave me quite a fright when she called me to tell me she was cooking. I almost called 911. Then she said the boys were fighting over the can of Spam and demanding it be served to them at once. My joy at their enthusiasm for a food they had never tried before overrode my terror that my wife would burn down our family's home.
Have I ever mentioned that I do the cooking in our house?
Yeah, so following a brief tutorial about the finer points of sautéing a nice piece of Spam, I think she must have done a fine job, because I found no leftovers when I got home, and was informed that the boys ate the whole tin in minutes. Woo-Hoo, maybe I'll be able to get 'em to try Musubi this weekend!
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