Let them eat SPAM!
- Thread starter grubworm
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I started back reading again and found this...
140 recipes...that means I could eat SPAM THREE TIMES A WEEK and go an entire year without eating the same one twice...OR...eat it ONCE A WEEK for three years without eating the same one twice...OR...TWICE A WEEK and go a a year and half without eating the same one twice...OR...
140 recipes...that means I could eat SPAM THREE TIMES A WEEK and go an entire year without eating the same one twice...OR...eat it ONCE A WEEK for three years without eating the same one twice...OR...TWICE A WEEK and go a a year and half without eating the same one twice...OR...
Member III
yeah...that much SPAM consumption might seem excessive to some, but it takes me back to a conversation I had with my wife a while back...
we were eating some really good Mexican food and I said that I could eat Mexican food everyday. she then replied "who in their right mind could eat Mexican food everyday?"
my answer was simple..."Mexicans"...
I get not being a fan. I grew up pretty poor and ate a lot of SPAM and potted meat as a kid and it ended up having a negative vibe with me. years later I was in the navy and stationed at pearl harbor where SPAM is revered...even McDonalds had SPAM on their menu. my sub was drydocked in the shipyard where the roach coach (food truck) would come for lunch and their main item was fried SPAM with rice and scrambled egg. I started liking SPAM and eating it again...this time on my terms. as I started traveling more and making a lot of camp meals...SPAM just naturally took center stage in my meal planning...and in rest of my life...
marriages no longer had any meaning, jobs were simply just a means for me to buy more SPAM...every grocery item was seen thru the lens of 'how would this pair with SPAM'? if I wasn't eating SPAM...then I was thinking about SPAM.
if I've said it once, I've said it a hundred times..."If eating SPAM is wrong, I don't ever want to be right!"
I guess so long as your fantasies with Spam pertain to your stomach it can't hurt anything.
well...thats the thing about overlanding and the isolation that goes with it, sometimes the lines get a little blurred....
ya know...I really hope people on here know I'm joking around about my affinity for SPAM...along with pretty much everything else I post on here. it seems that humor is disappearing and my particular sense of humor is all but extinct. I was 17 when I joined the navy and went on subs...a very stressful environment, so I pretty much had to develop the same bizarre sense of humor as everyone else. I later got out and traveled the world as an oilfield diver...again, a warped sense of humor was the only way to survive. it got to where that weird sense of humor was all I knew and it seemed normal. I was working on a Scottish oil rig back in the 90s and in their control room, they had an inflatable sheep in high heels and lipstick front and center for everyone to see. very funny. now days if someone did that, I'm sure there would be a social media blitz with lots of folk demanding resignations of those involved as well as emergency messages to PETA alerting them to the atrocities involving the blow up sheep...
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Your not alone, never and I say never apologize. I have to tell myself this and then everything works out in the end! ....unless you give the little sheepie a name, then we got issues.
