This goes to show you that you can make musubi with anything. L & L Hawaiian Barbecue needs contestants for its Musubi Eating Contest. Let me just say if you have a chance to get some food from L & L do it. They catered Lani’s luau and the food was amazing. Can’t get there for the contest, make your own. Check out this quick recipe you can make at home. If you don’t like spam you can put just about any meat or veggie on it you want. Have fun with it.
We are getting so excited about Mom and Dad moving down. I hope they get a yard big enough at the new house that maybe we can ask them if we could put up a swing set for Lani. Our yard is junk so we can not put a swing sets back there, not to mention the dogs would bother her when she would go back there to play. Maybe we can convince Grandma and Grandpa to let us put one up in their yard because they always have such pretty landscaping. Then again if Lani has a swing there that would be just one more reason for her not to come home. LOL
This was sent by one of my aunty’s and I liked it so much I thought I would post it. I hope you enjoy it.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table.But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. ‘We must do something about father, said the son. ‘I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden
bowl!
When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, ‘What are you making? Just as sweetly, the boy responded, ‘Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.’ The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.