Tuesday is musubi day at work. The special ed. kids come around to the administrative office and sell canned sodas, musubi, and kimchi saimin. I love it. I live for it.
This being said, I occasionally feel like a giant musubi after I eat enough of it. You are what you fantasize about all day? No…that might be dangerous. Note: for my fellow haole friends, it’s pronounced moo-soo-BEE not moo-SOO-bee.