'Twas a parcel that arrived from Michael,
A bounty collected whilst Foraging Seattle.
I tore open the package with much exuberance, much glee,
Amongst the booty, a packet of chirashi mix bundled in three.
"What is chirashizushi?" Bug inquired,
I explained, "sushi where deft fingers are not required."
Hot rice mixed with vinegar and mirin are laid out,
Colorful ingredients like egg, roe, and vegetables are scattered about.
A ripple of recognition spread across his face,
He exclaimed, "I'd really like some, post haste!"
The directions were in Japanese,
I was washed with a wave of unease.
Not one to waste time, I rinsed some white rice,
Then placed the pot in the rice cooking device.
While the rice was steaming, we walked Akemi,
Bumbling about in the snow like Fargo's Buscemi.
She leaped in the snow, and ran in circles for a bit,
Shivering in the arctic winds, we waited for her to take a...mit.
When we finally made it back to our abode,
The rice cooker was already in "warm" mode.
The mix consisted of some Japanese staples - shiitake and bonito,
Also included were carrots, lotus, kampyo (gourd), and takenoko (bamboo shoots).
Steeped in vinegar, mirin, and shoyu (soy sauce),
The combination may sound strange, but the flavor'll grow on you.
Two steaming bowls of rice were incorporated with the mix.
Appearing watery, I added two more bowls to fix.
The egg was beaten with a generous pinch of shichimi then fried,
Sliced into strips, they were set aside.
Next, a slice of Spam was chopped into sticks,
Fried 'til crisp, for 5 to 7 minutes.
A rehydrated shiitake was squeezed, its juices drained,
Chopped in thin strips, with the crepe they remained.
Atop the colorful and piquant mound,
Crunchy furikake, 'twas crowned.
The crispy Spam was not forgotten,
Injecting salt and fat to the dish, I know I oughtn't.
Dusted with furikake and droplets of sesame oil,
The Spam was flanked by a bead of sriracha and a Kewpie mayo coil.
Preparing this dish was quick and a delight,
Happy chirashi to all, and to all a good bite.