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But, tomorrow there will be bloody mayhem – mark my words!

Your words are marked.

See, I’m going to come out of there hungry tomorrow. And one of our favorite fish and chips shops serves a thing called a Spam fritter, which I take to be batter-dipped and deep fried Spam slices.

I’ve always wanted to try that. And their onion rings. So I think we know what I’m having for breakfast.

^So you’re eating here tomorrow?

Don’t look at me like that – somebody was going to link it.

The other side of my ‘eritage comes from Galway and Ripley.

Bring on Maureen O’Hara!….(as in The Quiet Man with John Wayne) ya’ll want fire? Katherine (Kate) O’Danagher will bring a hot poker for to light your pipe….SIR!

No booze?

Don’t they realize how dangerous it is for someone like you to stop cold turkey???

🙂

She could dance acceptably, as well.

Multiple losses to humanity. *SIGH*

You stop drinking for a routine blood draw? Why, that just thickes it up and makes it hard to get out of the vein. A couple of eye-openers before the trip to the lab and mine practically leaps into the syringe of it’s own volition.

I’m not too worried about my liver numbers. I just didn’t want my sample (or me) to give off a cheap vodka pong.

Somebody at the Rhode Island Blood Center told me, when the bags of donated blood had been sitting around for a while, some of them develop a scum of fat on the top. Like chicken broth. Ever after, I’ve been suspicious what my samples tell about me.

Spam fritters were nice. Not sure I’d feel compelled to do it again — my thin-sliced, pan-fried Spam delicacy is better — but they were nice.

Stopped by the library and managed to find a real estate listing for our house. Looks like 1980s, so not TOO exciting, but it was interesting to see what’s different and what’s the same. We used to have a weather vane!

We’re a Spam Family too—ditto thinly sliced and fried, served with spicy brown mustard (and Ranch Style Beans). Spam Fritters may be gilding the lily. Spam, and Dried Beef (Hormel or Armour) are pantry staples in my house.

Now I have this urge to go camping.

Jane Russell was a boon to the booby…women finally went from having to wrap them for that flat-chested 20s abomination of fashion to being able to cross their hearts and wear them with pride. R.I.P., Jane.

I am all kinds of bummed about McGoo’s retirement. I hope he lets us know how he’s doing once in a while. *sigh* At least I still have the Weasel Times and Stoat Intelligencer to keep me abreast of the issues (well, maybe not McGoo’s kind of abreast, but still important, coz it has chickenz and kittehs and photoshopping genius and such).

Well, I was kind of imaging something like chicken fried spam. Spam tempura. You know, a wholly encased slice of spam. It was lightly battered, though.

Also, I thought it was faux Spam, on account of it was big round slabs, but Uncle B said restaurant Spam comes like that, in round tins.

Restaurant Spam. Is this a wonderful country, or what?

Spam is made only barely tolerable by frying it until it’s mostly black and eating with mashed potatoes. But only barely.

My dear departed dad loved the stuff, God love him!

By happenstance I brought a can-o-SPAM for dinner break tonight. Gonna slice it thin, toss it in the toaster oven, then when it’s almost done add a piece of sharp cheddar on ’em to melt. What a sandwich that’ll be!!!
Only a half hour ’til break!!!

Enjoy your well earned Denny’s Grand Slam breakfast McGoo! Oh, and “accidently” trip someone with your cane for me please 😉

As for Spam, my Japanese wife had never heard of the stuff until a friend from Guam (where the Spam is the state (sic) animal. She came home with a can and asked me (remembering the wonders of Twinkies which I’d failed to tell her about) asked me why I’d never told her about this Spam stuff

SIGH 🙁 Posting from my Nook and I can’t edit my post above so here’s the rest of the saga: I told Mrs Vegetable ” I work very hard so you don’t have to eat Spam”. She asked ” does it taste bad?” I confessed that it’s actually pretty damn tasty. ” What is it made from?” She asked. “Ah, that’s the question”, I replied. After I explained that part, well I think we still have that can somewhere. She still likes her Twinkies though: -)

Parts, did you tell her “parts?” Yeah, parts. Can’t get past the parts!

Delux breakfast at Hawaii Micky D’s features Spam, eggs and rice. Tasty.

A and A is now under new management! ala eddie bear! it may yet live!