I need to come clean. I have a confession to make that I am sure will shock many of you. No it is not that I enjoy wearing women's underwear. No it is not an addiction to midget porn, like Steve H at Hog on Ice. It is not even that I used t o drink Stroh's beer with regularity (I did). It is worse.
I LIKE Spam. No, not the kind from Lexie or anonymous. Not the dog clothing or asparargus spam I have been getting whacked with in my archives.
side note: Can someone please explain the marketing position behind spamming old posts? Wouldn't you want to hit the posts most likely to be read?
No, I like Spam, the processed pork product in a can. I prefer it fried, like I had for lunch today. Yes, two fried Spam sandwiches with mustard were on the menu at HB's house. I topped the meal with a Dr Pepper, if you have to know the details.
I like spam diced up with tomato and onion in scrambled eggs. I have even eaten it diced on a salad and grilled on the BBQ. I once baked a whole can of Spam laced with cloves, just like a quality ham. It wasn't bad.
Yes, Sam I am, I will eat Spam. Will you? With fox, in a box? In the rain or on a train? Will you, will you, eat spam, Sam I am?
4 comments:
Don't blame U at all, HB.
I got cans of that shit in my Emergency Kits in the car and at home.
There is no greater compliment you can pay a food item than that you would choose it for what could potentially be your last meal.
I love spam as well and was mildly insulted when they named that crap that I get emailed after it.
I grew up eating a GREAT spam dish: sliced potatoes and spam layed in a deep dish with cheese, then baked. It is the best.
.. I gotta admit... I likes me a spam sammitch every once in a while..
Hillbillies. Gross.
Post a Comment