I never much cared for Spam, until that camping trip when it was nearly all we had left in our camping box.
As I remember, the chicken we were going to barbeque that evening had spoiled….let me tell you, nothing ruins a camping trip faster than food poisoning with diarrhea and vomiting. You can’t “scrapbook” something like that.
I now have fond memories of Spam. It cooked up very nicely with Mac N’ Cheese, canned veggies and baked beans.
My boys got to feel like real cowboys…until I got to the store in Merced.
Do you get some bizarre comments in your Spam folder?
Most of them I never see, but some are left up to my (hopefully better) judgement by Akismet.
This service has been busy on my blog ever since I started blogging eight months ago…over 470 items have been captured and sent on their merry way.
Thank you very much.
I will admit to blowing away some very unusual comments that are delivered to the Spam folder.
Often they are for Viagra, Cialis, and one site that claimed it could make me “enormous.”
Thanks, but I don’t have those parts.
Worry, a desk job and not enough exercise are taking care of me feeling enormous, just fine, thanks.
The following never made it to publishing. I wasn’t sure if it was a compliment or a underhanded jab….it did remind me a bit of D & D by the N.
“Not that I’m impressed a lot, but this is more than I expected for
when I found a link on Digg telling that the info is quite decent. Thanks.”
Mental note: Check out this “Digg” that thinks ‘my info is quite decent’…I guess I should be flattered.
Thanks to Flicker for the photo…
I don’t have a can of Spam in my pantry…just seeing a can puts me on sensory overload…I smell campfire, citronella candles, sun screen and I could swear my hair smells like burnt wienies…..
Maybe I’ll run out to the store….I feel a craving for Mac N’ Cheese with cut up chunks of Spam….Hubby will be thrilled….bet the boys will come to dinner.