The internet is a nasty place full of every kind of vice known to man. From thieves to smut peddlers to splogs, scammers and spammers. Sometimes it amazes me that there is anything of worth left to read anymore.
When I manage to come across a site that I do really like it surprises me. I’m more shocked by good content, thoughtful layout without clutter and an uplifting, positive attitude not sprinkled with swear words or off-color jokes than I am by provocative pictures and controversial topics. Anymore finding anyone not looking to reel in readers by posting utter drivel either designed specifically for google bots or to create a plethora of inane name-calling comments is pretty tough.
Showing posts with label canned spam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label canned spam. Show all posts
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Canned Spam
My Dad used to feed us spam. Mostly when we were camping or when Mom wasn’t around. I remember liking it as a kid. Then I grew up.
I found better things to eat than spam. I lost track of the tasty meat in a can. I got married. I had children of my own.
Then one day I was in the grocery market and noticed the spam. I asked my wife if she like spam. To my utter surprise she said she had never eaten spam in her entire life. That meant that I was the only one in our little family who had ever tasted the stuff.
So I bought a can. I took it home, cooked it up (I love it pan fried on sandwiches with an egg, some spinach, mustard, tomato, pickle and mayo). I fed it to my kids. I fed it to my wife. I waited. I hoped.
And they loved it! Hooray for spam. One more tiny tradition I can pass on to my kids, and one less headache when I don’t know what to make for lunch. Just open a can of spam and everyone is happy.
I found better things to eat than spam. I lost track of the tasty meat in a can. I got married. I had children of my own.
Then one day I was in the grocery market and noticed the spam. I asked my wife if she like spam. To my utter surprise she said she had never eaten spam in her entire life. That meant that I was the only one in our little family who had ever tasted the stuff.
So I bought a can. I took it home, cooked it up (I love it pan fried on sandwiches with an egg, some spinach, mustard, tomato, pickle and mayo). I fed it to my kids. I fed it to my wife. I waited. I hoped.
And they loved it! Hooray for spam. One more tiny tradition I can pass on to my kids, and one less headache when I don’t know what to make for lunch. Just open a can of spam and everyone is happy.
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