Let me warn you before you read this post…
I hate spam, in any form, intellectual or culinary.
Mom would keep it in the cabinet, at least 3 or 4 cans. When George, her husband, upset her alcoholic projective mind, she cancelled dinner. A fine strategy…Dad took a hard hit, cuz his tummy was his life.
“I don’t want to eat, you are so miserable,”
Mom might say.
I was there in the kitchen wanting nothing more than, well, let’s face it----
truth time here---pizza.
Damn I crave that cheesy- tomato saucy dish.
But mom made a quick spam meal, and then retired from the battle.
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Often I could play the domestic drama to my advantage, and get pizza. See, if both of them refused to eat to punish each other, then hunger would eventually arrive after the scorn was gone. The scorn in my house was an art form, but it fell to earth, and died.
‘’Jim, do you want pizza?” Mom would say after an immense alcoholic battle with Dad, resulting in him sitting in the dark in the living room. She was my mother, so she knew she had to feed me.
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My sister now buys 50 bucks worth of pizza to feed me when I babysit Georgie Puppy. It is good, but I don’t know if it’s worth half a hundred bucks, because I usually scarf down ¾ ths of it, the first night.
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I am rather glad Mom and Dad are safely dead. The nightmares of learning that they are gonna die soon make me frantic at 4 am. Then I realize: they are already gone, thank God. Still, it feels like the first time, every time, understanding that they..are …gonna..die soon. They never die in my dreams. They just hang there, dying. Damn them. WTF?
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.Spam is unnecessary, I feel . Whatever kinda spam u are talking about.
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Mom ate her spam, “a delicacy”, with a hint of mustard. Argh.
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So what is it?
Spam?
It is , according to Wikipedia, “chopped pork shoulder meat, with ham meat added,
salt, water, modified potato starch as a binder, and sodium nitrite as a preservative. “
Pigs! Why do we murder them?
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A better question is: why do we call people we don’t like ‘pigs’, if we love to eat them?
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I suppose the pig is one goddamned sentient
sacrifice to our vices.
ah shit i want some eggs & bacon.
beautiful observation--reminds me of every family holiday or birthday gathering.
Rated
TINK: one word, man: baconpizza.
OLGA: spicy ham. Spam.
MATT: I hate hot dogs. There are many ingredients I have no interest in eating when I could get a hamburger
Oh SCANNER , yknow what I mean. Safe for them, no more hassles no more pain of the American dream dying violently in their laps.…safe for me, too.
Spam I am.
I like pigs as beings. I like goats more (and, of course, cats and dogs). When it comes to farm animals, pigs are way up there on the list of coolness.
“spam I am………’
Cheap & a lot of sodium,you say..
What goes with it, tho/?
Mustard ? fry it? mom fried it. ag.
underestimate thought but you are good at it!
They are strange beings, almost human you might say.
I like pigs as beings.
I like goats more (and, of course, cats and dogs).
aint gonna work on maggie's farm no more..ha
could not resist.
spam musubi
spam Jam Waikiki
spam flavored macadamia nuts
but not spam pizza [?]
This is a brilliant post and hugs for suffering with your mom!
Can't handle drunken conflict, though. That would make me hate a greasy treat for life.
Pizza.. mmmm.
Like the hat James.
R♥
"you ate it,loved it, found it....well, a disappointment
,yeah?ha i think often
you
and all u nice girls
feel this about men."
Spam/men - yes, there is a lot in common. Delicious but bad for you if you overindulge. I follow a diet regime that allows everything in moderation and then-one day a week-I can go crazy. I'm not necessarily talking about just food, either.
--r--
Lezlie
Spam on OS is an insidious disease.
Rated.
you can have that SPAM stuff
YUCK!!!!!!!!!!
My mother used to fry it up
and I always threw it up
I get heartburn just thinking about that stuff
As to those SPAMMERS
what the heck do they think they are doing?
Who ever reads those posts?
Do we really need to see all that sports
or buy that many shoes?
I am confused
Hope you are having a lovely weekend
and the water is not running out your nose.
rated with love
RP: I knew you would support my extreme anti spam-ism.
ASIA: i like punning about as much as i like spam in my damn coffee!!! : ) cuz i suck at punning.
also, they are my favorite thing at the fair. when you go through the pig building at 9pm? they are all spooning or sleeping with their tiny legs entwined. now, there is plenty of room for them to NOT snuggle, PLUS snuggling, on account of those tiny legs with hooves attached - they scratch each other while getting up in the morning.
but every night they spoon anyway.
and still i eat them.
i dont deserve to go to heaven.
almost worse than not dying, is when you dream of someone who is dead, and you both know even in the dream that they are dead, but in your dream they arent.
i never had such a dream! mine are worse, cuz the soon to be dead
are struggling with the fact. this never happened in real life,
them knowing they were gonna die. but now they do.
i hope i dont dream of meeting a mighty fine pig
now that u shared the spooning info. ay.