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...Claus could fly into Oahu this Christmas and no one would notice because President-elect Barack Obama is home for the holidays. Since Saturday, Obama has been lying low in a way only a man born and raised on Oahu could, working out, lounging on the beach and eating spam musubi on the golf course where he learned the game as a teenager. Hawaiians were ecstatic - with more than just local pride. The local economy, like everywhere else in the world, has suffered with the global financial crisis. Local enterprises were eager to latch on to the state's most...
...ninth hole, Obama spent about $18 on two hot dogs, two sodas, and two spam Musubis. Many outside of Hawaii do not particularly like Spam musubi, a local delicacy made up of the infamous luncheon meat, dried seaweed, and rice. "You know he's a local boy if he's eating Spam Musubi," says Yamashita...
...turns out that a lot of the chefs had already cooked Spam. Rick Moonen, the brilliant seafoodie in Las Vegas, once made some exhausted mountain-biking friends Spam and eggs procured at a produce-unfriendly general store in the middle of the Catskills. "They say it was one of the best meals of their life," he says. Likewise, Michael Fiorello of Chicago's Mercat a la Planxa was with a girlfriend a couple of years ago in an area without an open grocery store, so after a trip to CVS, he worked up a pizza with canned pineapples, canned corn...
...grew up in the 1970s, and even though my suburban menu included Velveeta, Saucy Susan and Kraft Macaroni & Cheese, we did not eat Spam. So when I tried it in Hawaii--by far the biggest Spam-eating state, thanks to an influx of World War II soldiers, poverty and a palate used to poi--I was surprised that it wasn't bad. Kind of smoky and not at all gelatinous. With many of the top restaurants hurting, I figured I'd ask some of the country's best chefs what kind of cheap dishes they could make with the stuff...
Brandon Boudet of Dominick's in Los Angeles wasn't so sure. A Spam virgin, he blanched a bit when it plonked out of the can, all pink like a newborn mole rat. After bravely sautéing some little squares of Spam--for Spamghetti carbonara--he tested one and was surprised. It was pleasantly hamlike and not as salty as he had expected. And it was eerily airy. He was so confused, he grabbed the can and scanned the ingredients. It was the potato starch. That's what holds the shape but kind of melts in your mouth...