Masako and Spam Musubi

Growing up in a middle class house in America was really a blessing. We learned early on about manners and the importance of following the basic rules we would need later on in life. There were rules like

• no arguing at the dinner table
• no borrowing from your brothers things without their permission (it was assumed my sister really didn’t have much that would be useful to a boy so that rule was not needed
• wash your hands before dinner and clean up your plate after
• no wasting of food… we had enough but we knew that to waste it was a wicked thing
• no fighting in the bedroom – especially if Mom and Dad were still at the dinner table directly below our room. The modest chandelier was a dead giveaway no matter how quiet we wrestled
• no swearing… ever… about anything
• you asked permission to leave the table…