So I like Okinawa as it is a backwards gateway to childhood culinary delight. What I mean is that folks here eat a lot of SPAM and Corned Beef without shame. In grey, green, greasy 1950’s Britain where I spent my early years both of these were staples. I loved them. I do not think there is much to beat Fried Spam and Eggs. Then there is Splosh which is a carefully crafted mix of Corned Beef and mashed potatoes whose name derives from Onomatapoeia.
Then there was Westbourne Stew – delicate mix of canned peas, beans, SPAM, meat paste and canned soup – tomate de preference. My Mother would balk when implored to prepare it, claiming high expense as defence.
Now I am so rich I can eat Westbourne Stew every night. I have made it.
I went to a banquet the other night and was served an Okinawan delicacy of scrambled eggs, goya and SPAM.
|Then felt I like some watcher of the skies|
|When a new planet swims into his ken;||10|
|Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes|
|He stared at the Pacific—and all his men|
|Look’d at each other with a wild surmise—|
|Silent, upon a peak in Darien.|