Culinary no-no began on Father’s Day 2007, a beautiful summer day, when I wrote about grilling brats. And eating brats. And topping those brats. I was inspired by my wife, Jennifer who, in my admittedly unscientific opinion, ruins brats by squirting ketchup on them. Other dining taboos quickly came to mind. The original idea was to take this concept only a few months, till the end of summer and then pull the plug. Then the unexpected happened. People started reading Culinary no-no. Lots of folks. So we keep doing the no-no.
Steve Taylor is a Franklin alderman. He’s also a former Milwaukee County supervisor.
Taylor can now officially add to his resume. He inadvertently inspired the ever-popular Culinary no-no. In typical no-no style we’ll divulge the no-no eventually.
I must admit I (and many others I’m sure), are quite jealous of Taylor. He’s nearing the end of an 18-day extended vacation in Maui, Hawaii.
For the past few weeks Taylor (talk about a snowbird) has agonized Facebook followers with photo after photo about his travelogue in the 50th state. The only way it could have been more excruciating was if he had posted shots of him in a swimsuit 🙂
I’ll admit I have enjoyed the very nice photos, having been in Maui myself, the last time during a three-island honeymoon with Jennifer. My curiosity was high in case we ever return. Are there spots we should patronize?
For example, Steve visited the Pioneer Bar & Grill.
From the restaurant’s Facebook page…how about some mahi mahi fish and chips?
Smoked salmon Benedict.
An omelette with macadamia nut pancakes.
Poached eggs over mahi mahi. Try ordering that here.
I’ll take all of the above.
Yeh, yeh, yeh. The usual no-no. Lots of pictures. A big build-up. Tease, tease, tease.
So where the heck is the no-no?
Did you see it?
It’s right there.
Take another look at those Pioneer Grill items.
In the photo directly above.
You’ve got your eggs, biscuits and gravy, and…
The company that’s been around since 1936 says its product stands for Sizzle. Pork. And. Mmm.
There are several varieties.
• SPAM® Lite
• SPAM® Less Sodium
• SPAM® Hot & Spicy
• SPAM® Hickory Smoke
• SPAM® Oven Roasted Turkey
• SPAM® with Real Hormel Bacon
• SPAM® with Cheese
• SPAM® Jalapeño
• SPAM® Teriyaki
• SPAM® Black Pepper
• SPAM® Chorizo
• SPAM® Portuguese Sausage Seasoning
• SPAM® Tocino
• SPAM® GarlicThe $64,000 question: What the hell is that? From the SPAM website:One popular belief says it’s derived from the words ‘spiced ham.’ The real answer is known by only a small circle of former Hormel Foods executives. And probably Nostradamus.
Spiced ham, hmm. Funny. Tastes nothing like the stuff that comes off our Weber Grill on Easter.
It’s canned ham, folks.
Hawaii holds the distinction of consuming the most SPAM of any state in the nation, seven million cans a year.
According to the Huffington Post:
To this day, Hawaiians love Spam Musubi, a sushi-style slice of Spam served with rice and seaweed, spam fried rice, and my dad’s favorite, spam and eggs.
Spam is so popular throughout Hawaii that it’s been nicknamed the “Hawaiian steak” and is even found on the islands’ McDonald’s and Burger King menus. During the last week of April, the annual Spam Jam takes place in Waikiki.
Toby Tamaye, marketing director for the Spam Jam says, “We have Spam dim sum, Spam katsu on a stick, Spam fries with dipping sauces. We have takoyaki and gyoza filled with Spam. We even have Spam popsicles, Spam cupcakes, Spam cheesecakes.”
I could stop right here, having made my point. But there’s more.
SPAM defenders point out that because it was the first canned meat product that didn’t require refrigeration, it was the ideal choice for soldiers’ rations during World War II and the Korean War.
The SPAM website proclaims, “This revolutionary new product won over the hearts of soldiers…”
My mom made SPAM for us when we were kids, but never, ever, ever for my dad.
My father served in the Army in WWII. He nearly had his legs blown off in an explosion, and had to spend 11 months in an Army hospital. Dad told me SPAM was definitely omnipresent, too much. SPAM was everywhere, so much that it sickened soldiers. During on train excursion Dad said G.I.’s were tossing the cans out the window.
I love Hawaii and the Hawaiian people. I’ll never understand their obsession with this junk. What’s that old saying? If you put lipstick on a pig it’s still a pig? No matter how you jazz up SPAM, it’s still SPAM, which I don’t think I’ve had since I was 12 and will never eat again.