tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64418610990311574442024-03-05T17:27:23.505-06:0030 Days of SPAMThe SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-22768924982498345242007-09-06T08:36:00.000-05:002007-09-06T08:45:42.029-05:00Allllriiighhttt!I can't take it anymore! Life without SPAM is too ordinary! I feel like <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086465/">Billy Ray Valentine</a> - given such a sweet taste of the high life. I don't wanna go back!<br /><br />It's been 9 days and I'm at home each night rocking back and forth in the corner like some kind of SPAM junkie. This can't end. It won't.<br /><br />And maybe it doesn't have to... maybe I throw the occasional story or recipe up here - with no obligation - and we all keep living the dream! Then we SPAMFANS can stick together!<br /><br />I'm just thinking out loud here, but how about I open it up... say you cook up a SPAM meal - email me a photo and the recipe and I'll post it!<br /><br />We'll start a SPAM community, roll it into a club, and eventually become an extremely dangerous gang!<br /><br />Is anyone with me on this?!The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com127tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-16954393315012042822007-08-29T12:44:00.000-05:002007-09-06T08:51:29.320-05:0060 Days of SPAM?Probably not a good idea.<br /><br />It's over. Honestly, I'm a little bummed. You wouldn't think thirty days is enough to get nostalgic about, but it's been a long journey. So many emotional highs and lows...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBsPOsgpxuHB_946XXEt1-k4ETxTVS4V3MgxCJJkRh1oAjGhuy3EHYelJFqZQ_hcltB1QnlzubgkBauhCr1SM6h-2zJ0BGhJRNydT5TYF88hgBPFPP8EGntn0Q2P6IpoLMlbA90ckcjNGC/s1600-h/30_chart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBsPOsgpxuHB_946XXEt1-k4ETxTVS4V3MgxCJJkRh1oAjGhuy3EHYelJFqZQ_hcltB1QnlzubgkBauhCr1SM6h-2zJ0BGhJRNydT5TYF88hgBPFPP8EGntn0Q2P6IpoLMlbA90ckcjNGC/s400/30_chart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103818677176920130" /></a><br />You remember.<br /><br />I get the "will you keep eating SPAM?" question a lot these days, and my answer- for the record- is "you're damn right I will."<br /><br />I'll miss sharing it with you though.<br /><br />I'm going to put together a recipe book from my adventure - something handmade. You're welcome to have one. <a href="mailto:30daysofspam@gmail.com">Email me</a> if you're interested and I'll shoot you some info.<br /><br />I guess that's about it.<br /><br />Take care, my fellow SPAMFANS.The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-34180802536627601652007-08-28T20:28:00.001-05:002007-08-28T22:44:10.185-05:00The Last SupperWe just finished a feast unlike anything you've ever eaten before - my entire family. I can't even do it justice with words... I'm just going to have to post an on-slaught of photos.<br /><br />Here goes...<br /><br />There were SPAM Potato Balls:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxhNtbmKeVOOD80P71KkXGepNMq5eJxcN0endi4D5hCtMVetUsrRogSXu8bJjkapMeuFcJp___63SsT4f2YyTlKEt4eSw63BViZiPysb85Ie1xC88wyq6ExiB2eNbNm60IV6oSCyqDQPI/s1600-h/30_potatoballs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxhNtbmKeVOOD80P71KkXGepNMq5eJxcN0endi4D5hCtMVetUsrRogSXu8bJjkapMeuFcJp___63SsT4f2YyTlKEt4eSw63BViZiPysb85Ie1xC88wyq6ExiB2eNbNm60IV6oSCyqDQPI/s400/30_potatoballs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103937841044547666" /></a><br />And Barbecued SPAM:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8RTJMGODT_XGUFHaN1ZiXWiLmQghrhsTLoN0sVeccsQyPBmB98W97_y3lweq-sSBdw0VJbV7VHt97jtfq9tVGirlXOF7zHcaL6BWNNONdHMQv_dWapzYKbWhrNctlzh5ld-MtA5IBhEEB/s1600-h/30_bbqSPAM.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8RTJMGODT_XGUFHaN1ZiXWiLmQghrhsTLoN0sVeccsQyPBmB98W97_y3lweq-sSBdw0VJbV7VHt97jtfq9tVGirlXOF7zHcaL6BWNNONdHMQv_dWapzYKbWhrNctlzh5ld-MtA5IBhEEB/s400/30_bbqSPAM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103937845339514978" /></a><br />Fried SPAM Cubes were there:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXAXI1AeCNRaF41VkAqySevay5LLXmzlSPZ9dotu45DbNPW7vQ56abrkEKWwKlWwNtCT8D2rm8O_4zkMv1K80-nIjAaUPPE2_Fj-BIexg10Yn7AXHQMOMq_GynXbx6GVRj9R4KzQrH6S6c/s1600-h/30_friedcubes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXAXI1AeCNRaF41VkAqySevay5LLXmzlSPZ9dotu45DbNPW7vQ56abrkEKWwKlWwNtCT8D2rm8O_4zkMv1K80-nIjAaUPPE2_Fj-BIexg10Yn7AXHQMOMq_GynXbx6GVRj9R4KzQrH6S6c/s400/30_friedcubes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103937845339514994" /></a><br />And so was SPAM Prosciutto:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhadhevqPGJiEJV6judV8wDOmlWKRWhO3yzzf258H9A8I826LjFf5YcYT8nfPS9roEaHa-dzRM7NCURRp-mc7fF5-ug4mcO_1eXvAzalji0fV6fSULakFrI2DwlWXcmP1BVpkKh-TXmTmfg/s1600-h/30_prosciutto.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhadhevqPGJiEJV6judV8wDOmlWKRWhO3yzzf258H9A8I826LjFf5YcYT8nfPS9roEaHa-dzRM7NCURRp-mc7fF5-ug4mcO_1eXvAzalji0fV6fSULakFrI2DwlWXcmP1BVpkKh-TXmTmfg/s400/30_prosciutto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103937849634482306" /></a><br />As well as SPAM Tortilla Rollups:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSW-LADkRHTZ1siMmmG7PXgy2wF9qYaucqcVRYgLsVs4xpnGu6BRHSbkGS3xQ1HXskMfFYBmgKFmwCLgG5fNi-RxwkN_UqLQo9hPufu0XYoX4CMLGdYYgKmG7qpUP96hZiNH8Any70AFy_/s1600-h/30_rollups.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSW-LADkRHTZ1siMmmG7PXgy2wF9qYaucqcVRYgLsVs4xpnGu6BRHSbkGS3xQ1HXskMfFYBmgKFmwCLgG5fNi-RxwkN_UqLQo9hPufu0XYoX4CMLGdYYgKmG7qpUP96hZiNH8Any70AFy_/s400/30_rollups.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103937849634482322" /></a><br />And a SPAM Stuffed Baguette:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQj4VT3J5R-Qt4KoriZ-uBWjt_-8QOA5sVwv_0cmaDK8CB-mikT4popfv1lTFDBQJgfvhcK7DfyrtPm-Zx64tDxDN4MQYDK2Gv9q_9ikQ3KPuD2nZ0y038nMTfKS763tbIB8cxA6GQ-Yh/s1600-h/30_stuffedbaguette.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQj4VT3J5R-Qt4KoriZ-uBWjt_-8QOA5sVwv_0cmaDK8CB-mikT4popfv1lTFDBQJgfvhcK7DfyrtPm-Zx64tDxDN4MQYDK2Gv9q_9ikQ3KPuD2nZ0y038nMTfKS763tbIB8cxA6GQ-Yh/s400/30_stuffedbaguette.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103938266246310066" /></a><br />A little bit of SPAM Stuffed Jalepenos:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS16MwdFId8UDzby96-1BrMgHrswr8Gq_3Z2mtncefwuJzPiRm4WZ6p4CEazMjw-fvdcqd218SUed81cmDriYWmAk60tdGTSDzkZYWwmy_1uzdDPjayRDb1mOHq8lHKaq_YECoL76Ygc1q/s1600-h/30_stuffedjalepenos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS16MwdFId8UDzby96-1BrMgHrswr8Gq_3Z2mtncefwuJzPiRm4WZ6p4CEazMjw-fvdcqd218SUed81cmDriYWmAk60tdGTSDzkZYWwmy_1uzdDPjayRDb1mOHq8lHKaq_YECoL76Ygc1q/s400/30_stuffedjalepenos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103938270541277378" /></a><br />And even some SPAM Sushi:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR_BneiCR1N7L-2edk_XnzemzTVIwpRQZFcyMoXhXAaVH9bHjpwDTbbtNh2lUtQICDkXxjTeBSbRwu3ElhlFMwaK11vKL6lrNb952As7NcRXJ62bMkJGe-w6ctRM-dYYHxyrZ5efeLvZkW/s1600-h/30_sushi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR_BneiCR1N7L-2edk_XnzemzTVIwpRQZFcyMoXhXAaVH9bHjpwDTbbtNh2lUtQICDkXxjTeBSbRwu3ElhlFMwaK11vKL6lrNb952As7NcRXJ62bMkJGe-w6ctRM-dYYHxyrZ5efeLvZkW/s400/30_sushi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103938270541277394" /></a><br />Which landed me with the well-filled plate seen here:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhshd5Jyiz2JY6Qjj80VHtKTp1Yo8fOyJl3jKbOteEVoXd9bk5RU1wZqiXfBsugdIMrcP855cnmfx7cw5SGHnJ0DNeXokzvqe1T9eqDw9nyssJTxKInwwR143Rmo-T1Uj7kbj7Cs8T8S8q5/s1600-h/30_dinnerplate.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhshd5Jyiz2JY6Qjj80VHtKTp1Yo8fOyJl3jKbOteEVoXd9bk5RU1wZqiXfBsugdIMrcP855cnmfx7cw5SGHnJ0DNeXokzvqe1T9eqDw9nyssJTxKInwwR143Rmo-T1Uj7kbj7Cs8T8S8q5/s400/30_dinnerplate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103938270541277410" /></a><br />It's a lot to process, I know. But I think I owed it to SPAM. Now I need to go lie down.<br /><br />I'll post some final words tomorrow...The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-36882560703352044782007-08-28T11:12:00.001-05:002007-08-28T12:26:00.385-05:00The breakfast finaleWell you may have <i>heard</i> me cooking breakfast today... because I did it on the radio!<br /><br />That's right. <a href="http://www.q985fm.com/pages/729374.php">Pat & JT</a> and I whipped up SPAM Breakfast Burritos inside the Q98 studio. We may have used the smallest George Foreman grill in the world too... but it came together smoothly.<br /><br />The grill is definitely ruined, but the burritos were fantastic.<br /><br />Pat even ate one with me... and I watched him do it! He didn't ball it up in napkin or anything!<br /><br />Anyway it's a pretty good start to my day of finales:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0RdydPMCb-YBIe5JkDOjCimKqL5g4CI1iT8uAvXoihU40KhdAOxar5V_Mc2hgQgVT6Z3OpRsrF2FBFvOyGMOLdJp-gPJToyEMv-gT5_Qpu-C37NxlntNcUvlidS1UbkbDUDTiGTAMev-/s1600-h/30_breakfastradio.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0RdydPMCb-YBIe5JkDOjCimKqL5g4CI1iT8uAvXoihU40KhdAOxar5V_Mc2hgQgVT6Z3OpRsrF2FBFvOyGMOLdJp-gPJToyEMv-gT5_Qpu-C37NxlntNcUvlidS1UbkbDUDTiGTAMev-/s400/30_breakfastradio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103797339779393586" /></a><br />Thanks, guys!The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-47404106613144382332007-08-27T23:23:00.000-05:002007-08-28T12:34:16.048-05:00Crying into my kabobsI felt like I was eating in mourning tonight... like I was at a post-funeral dinner or something. Woebegone and teary-eyed. That's what day 29 does to a man, I suppose.<br /><br />And it wasn't the meal.<br /><br />My dad grilled SPAM Kabobs that could change your life:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWWNs_uY1nmC14akgRufmZN3MkcXkjg2imKYY0C5XO2pi2uQc0AhThj85u4zPYlN3ksowrKFHjeHP-uUTKKoUA02rjUitzAt9v_0FZEiFDhMAMKUemowror8wxrdFlUUNmp-tEi8eP4qYU/s1600-h/29_grill.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWWNs_uY1nmC14akgRufmZN3MkcXkjg2imKYY0C5XO2pi2uQc0AhThj85u4zPYlN3ksowrKFHjeHP-uUTKKoUA02rjUitzAt9v_0FZEiFDhMAMKUemowror8wxrdFlUUNmp-tEi8eP4qYU/s400/29_grill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103796961822271474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitRR8kSYdO2o8w9doUfgf9TUgHYmV8k8bTIQroS2cAa7hNtGn4lj0OIBq_fONrBbL0nr3AmcXShF-N0khCtVQtG4MjdR0VWrxqHDfK4SZGFqoCJ94fB_HtFGeBOku9za0NhregC30i4TQ/s1600-h/29_dinner.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitRR8kSYdO2o8w9doUfgf9TUgHYmV8k8bTIQroS2cAa7hNtGn4lj0OIBq_fONrBbL0nr3AmcXShF-N0khCtVQtG4MjdR0VWrxqHDfK4SZGFqoCJ94fB_HtFGeBOku9za0NhregC30i4TQ/s400/29_dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103797094966257698" /></a><br />I just don't think my life is ready for change.The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com275tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-38812247734387967112007-08-27T16:30:00.000-05:002007-08-27T16:48:12.506-05:00Casserole in the sky with diamondsPicture yourself in a bowl at a simmer,<br />With medium heat and spices nearby<br />A warm oven calls you, you answer quite slowly,<br />A dish with the power of pie.<br /><br />Chopped up SPAM pieces, soup and grated cheese<br />Pouring in over your head.<br />Look for dish with the steam in the air,<br />And she's gone.<br /><br />Casserole in the sky with diamonds<br />Casserole in the sky with diamonds<br />Casserole in the sky with diamonds<br />Ah... Ah...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmXSDX0II4JEog3-I5qcfEx_tq-S5AfBevlByC66mXHrzAkIf42mKpjnzMsavSiFiHOxPRQnyNuQW27IJRwdewfVqrVebCdA7WJ94-HLH9wwnqoemOehfqZTeVOdCB3LQ0EQ0ReLbYcgnG/s1600-h/29_lunch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmXSDX0II4JEog3-I5qcfEx_tq-S5AfBevlByC66mXHrzAkIf42mKpjnzMsavSiFiHOxPRQnyNuQW27IJRwdewfVqrVebCdA7WJ94-HLH9wwnqoemOehfqZTeVOdCB3LQ0EQ0ReLbYcgnG/s400/29_lunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103496640529065954" /></a><br />Shhh... I hear you, John Lennon... I hear you.The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-37813705230532694102007-08-26T15:04:00.000-05:002007-08-26T17:02:45.431-05:00Life in the upper classTwo and a half more days... then I return to the less lavish world of mediocre meats.<br /><br />That's a sad reality.<br /><br />It's also a strange reality - that sneaking conveniently packaged meat into weddings and restaurants is now my perception of luxury and class... wow.<br /><br />Maybe we oughta just let that one go.<br /><br />And I'll refrain from talking about this regalement:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNzl5vXosxU4n8hwMgSIfvct9Ek2xJIhzUVniV5aM-I3wy66p1q8O6no-C8JoysfDucH5oJxRJfZpLOEG8xUaZafCvKoK_aBBAvwTAUF1ODq1BGADHO2jXRxvINpIvmRpxEd-gZildUAiM/s1600-h/28_lunch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNzl5vXosxU4n8hwMgSIfvct9Ek2xJIhzUVniV5aM-I3wy66p1q8O6no-C8JoysfDucH5oJxRJfZpLOEG8xUaZafCvKoK_aBBAvwTAUF1ODq1BGADHO2jXRxvINpIvmRpxEd-gZildUAiM/s400/28_lunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103102843567630290" /></a>The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-3959632615887516452007-08-25T22:51:00.000-05:002007-08-26T00:29:32.751-05:00The SPAM Pasta hail maryI had high hopes for dinner tonight. A fellow SPAMFAN sent me a recipe for a SPAM pasta with spicy peanut butter sauce, and I was pumped.<br /><br />So pumped apparently, that I threw out my cooking instructions after purchasing the ingredients yesterday. Go figure.<br /><br />Of course, I didn't realize this until dinner was underway.<br /><br />It wouldn't have been a big deal if I wasn't mixing vinegar, peanut butter and hot sauce... but I'd say in this situation, measurements were pretty freaking critical.<br /><br />Anyway, it was too late and I was left to winging it.<br /><br />I can't tell you what happened - the whole memory is a blur. I was adding liquids to thin out the sauce, and then again to fix the taste, and then I was adding more peanut butter to thicken it back up. It was too spicy, then too sour... you get the idea.<br /><br />And right as I was about to give up and eat my SPAM Pasta sans the sauce, everything clicked.<br /><br />Suddenly I had this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinAUXuJEtPPjBy_-dugDboZltH1s5R9OEtheA_ta42NhjUQAtZRFL0C-f_K-2T9oskZkn_jCNIPhr6UONM_sXE2tY08rcgKT0XM86X_2DTzYofPtSNztznxuRx7BeGdVnIgnwrMsgoEDrk/s1600-h/27_dinner2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinAUXuJEtPPjBy_-dugDboZltH1s5R9OEtheA_ta42NhjUQAtZRFL0C-f_K-2T9oskZkn_jCNIPhr6UONM_sXE2tY08rcgKT0XM86X_2DTzYofPtSNztznxuRx7BeGdVnIgnwrMsgoEDrk/s400/27_dinner2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102861217297491906" /></a><br />And I... cannot even tell you... how <i>unbelievably</i> good it was.<br /><br />Or ever try to remake it for that matter. <br /><br />The best I can probably do is give you the list of ingredients and let you play the part of the blind sow.<br /><br />And then say good luck, little warrior... good luck.<br /><br /><font size="1"><b>Ingredients:</b><br />Fettucini noodles, SPAM Classic, red and yellow peppers, cilantro, peanut butter, seasoned vinegar, hot sauce, water</font>The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-29881077964623603882007-08-24T09:21:00.000-05:002007-08-24T09:36:02.692-05:00It's all gone a little too farI used the leftovers from my SPAM Breakfast Bagel this morning to make this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqllmF5ENeivqr-W8kaEkSz3kt4VNaLA44snhn7uUprmmtLb7tF2sUfwOUqDhifOqpUqLbUICjtJis7DFQJQUUAX47eG5tP843jTSwg8jko6Da361wUW8sshZOfrf1ZlRIzPJfJtkFf1Sc/s1600-h/26_monster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqllmF5ENeivqr-W8kaEkSz3kt4VNaLA44snhn7uUprmmtLb7tF2sUfwOUqDhifOqpUqLbUICjtJis7DFQJQUUAX47eG5tP843jTSwg8jko6Da361wUW8sshZOfrf1ZlRIzPJfJtkFf1Sc/s400/26_monster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102272158237878162" /></a><br />Which is a pretty awesome SPAM Robot.<br /><br />Or <i>was</i> awesome... until this happened:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuYM1WRQ543szC7SwYWRUoaGK3jZxchNN0hiZCrsM9yNxDjd1v7zpMSa4y1_dz4jfFjw7VljG7MpQu5T_cZO51fohB7NsLz8XTcSimaCkFZrbVGCwVLwbE3JAO_KTKZH1YKQXRgpkNAB2Q/s1600-h/26_monsterattack2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuYM1WRQ543szC7SwYWRUoaGK3jZxchNN0hiZCrsM9yNxDjd1v7zpMSa4y1_dz4jfFjw7VljG7MpQu5T_cZO51fohB7NsLz8XTcSimaCkFZrbVGCwVLwbE3JAO_KTKZH1YKQXRgpkNAB2Q/s400/26_monsterattack2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102275250614331314" /></a>The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-29930183294826837142007-08-23T22:45:00.000-05:002007-08-24T08:00:19.972-05:00Kentucky Fried SPAMI have this friend of a friend, whose uncle knows this guy whose brother used to date this girl whose cousin worked at Kentucky Friend Chicken - and she gave me this recipe:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIHdPVCo8s-FVI_P90VgUtVoPPWbls_gsChuBR8jAX4OhJ_u7ZmQVZt_MTO8lJr5Yef4wYljYEBmEwja58vpVPn4ElbaZA6g6VZHYAPKdENgYHrs66L80Tha_Lj8JTMFc0_uCPGaFbMaN/s1600-h/25_dinner.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIHdPVCo8s-FVI_P90VgUtVoPPWbls_gsChuBR8jAX4OhJ_u7ZmQVZt_MTO8lJr5Yef4wYljYEBmEwja58vpVPn4ElbaZA6g6VZHYAPKdENgYHrs66L80Tha_Lj8JTMFc0_uCPGaFbMaN/s400/25_dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102108335300306818" /></a><br />It could've only been better in a 10-piece bucket.The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-38347080315985818952007-08-23T12:23:00.000-05:002007-08-23T13:29:27.965-05:00Big bitesI had SPAM Stroganoff for lunch today - a real man's meal. Which meant loud noises and bigger bites.<br /><br />As seen here:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ixDXxmoFEhKVsDEDJ32Zc6XwlR9hIYe0-VNMCwTH2-WZyZC8spof8mngM3MQ-vDbDjU_8Pk1crzSedn-J4XYv3CM4VfsUgiadt944hQw2nqbdjFaYPov1jt2nBiQwce0c-cTVDozhvJ2/s1600-h/25_lunchtyler.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ixDXxmoFEhKVsDEDJ32Zc6XwlR9hIYe0-VNMCwTH2-WZyZC8spof8mngM3MQ-vDbDjU_8Pk1crzSedn-J4XYv3CM4VfsUgiadt944hQw2nqbdjFaYPov1jt2nBiQwce0c-cTVDozhvJ2/s400/25_lunchtyler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101955030737643378" /></a><br />And now my stomach is at what must be maximum capacity. Because even though this bowl doesn't look large:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhY2UzjQvDX5VjPS_6XozX8dVRV9bGanKoYkTOZ2kCNuyVMwGR49QO77N6w7eEULz6Eg21QXNaQIrXwnrM00XMguP6F4HVBeMmUMpEg7HAvg4t5YMk6VZQIuywEYL0BKrINri83jOZMn0/s1600-h/25_lunch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhY2UzjQvDX5VjPS_6XozX8dVRV9bGanKoYkTOZ2kCNuyVMwGR49QO77N6w7eEULz6Eg21QXNaQIrXwnrM00XMguP6F4HVBeMmUMpEg7HAvg4t5YMk6VZQIuywEYL0BKrINri83jOZMn0/s400/25_lunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101955026442676066" /></a><br />It's <i>at least</i> a gallon of noodles. I'm guesstimating on my measurements, but trust me - it's a lot.<br /><br />Sidenote: The daily SPAM aroma is going over really well here at the office.The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-8828712423183650482007-08-22T23:43:00.000-05:002007-08-23T09:10:28.016-05:00The gift horseI can't take any credit for the following SPAM Calzone. And I'm not even gonna try. I have a feeling someone would call me on it and be like, "that's not even your style!" - (like I've been doing this long enough that you all recognize the way I my mark leavened bread).<br /><br />Anyway, Ashley made the calzone... the truth is out.<br /><br />Which I found suspicious. <i>Vegetarian wife who is sick of husband eating SPAM offers to cook it for him</i>? I had to do the trick where I pretend to take a bite and watch her reaction when I "swallow" to find out if she had poisoned me.<br /><br />Which- looking back- was probably wrong... but only because I didn't collapse while eating.<br /><br />Anyway, the SPAM Calzone was delicious. And I think it's safe to say that this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkvWkKVhzFB-F5hCbLvjvoA0MNYskgB6gSk3bX6Uc_QpTmiM4G4ps6b5Aa8WkGEPtRxtZ2mOyy55NGdEbwHYChyphenhyphenql4efVkguYojlTOWIadyPz7QDos233v27kCIzbB5-3B-TMrYN_-IxH_/s1600-h/24_dinner.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkvWkKVhzFB-F5hCbLvjvoA0MNYskgB6gSk3bX6Uc_QpTmiM4G4ps6b5Aa8WkGEPtRxtZ2mOyy55NGdEbwHYChyphenhyphenql4efVkguYojlTOWIadyPz7QDos233v27kCIzbB5-3B-TMrYN_-IxH_/s400/24_dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101713919863580498" /></a><br />Turned out much better than whatever I would've made.The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-26357646264981011052007-08-22T11:45:00.000-05:002007-08-22T15:26:43.823-05:00Nothing but hallelujahsYou guys may or may not share my enthusiasm for the miracle that is canned meat - and that's alright - but I think we should all be celebrating this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzi2rngyVF75Bi0Mt0S7-FQs3Qw_uzWnpa5XL56gJq4_AtOIJxM2xuKjY-kgNcXifM2dK4pSEtfDv_anX0NasPmSyxI2X34tT3u9MNn8YVN31kUohHEe1eKaQNVl5wS-fSQeM0g8T6LTGX/s1600-h/24_bookcover.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzi2rngyVF75Bi0Mt0S7-FQs3Qw_uzWnpa5XL56gJq4_AtOIJxM2xuKjY-kgNcXifM2dK4pSEtfDv_anX0NasPmSyxI2X34tT3u9MNn8YVN31kUohHEe1eKaQNVl5wS-fSQeM0g8T6LTGX/s400/24_bookcover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101573246799734594" /></a><br />Because SPAMFAN or not, <a href="http://www.thebookofspam.com">this book</a> has the answers to your questions.<br /><br />I, for one, will savoring it anyway - for my final six and a half days. So I'll let you know how it goes.<br /><br />Based on a first glance, I think it may hit pretty close to home:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggp4q8hn11tolonSMis664J9JmWBsolyZLZRMqQVHKHxmZC3naIogCaO2TZEZbK2mq8I-dr194XFteu8byVwUWitPdUNvibtRh_wcqSYnkByZc_fg8-Kdpnmjw3PWtkEZpd3mnJCHRk5RW/s1600-h/24_bookinside.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggp4q8hn11tolonSMis664J9JmWBsolyZLZRMqQVHKHxmZC3naIogCaO2TZEZbK2mq8I-dr194XFteu8byVwUWitPdUNvibtRh_wcqSYnkByZc_fg8-Kdpnmjw3PWtkEZpd3mnJCHRk5RW/s400/24_bookinside.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101573233914832690" /></a>The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-52431609258195724792007-08-21T19:35:00.000-05:002007-08-22T09:56:03.052-05:00Reluctantly, "SPAM in a Blanket"I'm calling this <i>SPAM in a Blanket</i> despite the fact that I don't agree with the name. Personally, when I'm in a blanket, I don't like to be swaddled like a baby. I don't think I should have to worry about waking up as a moth... that's just how I feel.<br /><br /><i>SPAM in a Cocoon</i>... <i>SPAM in a Body Cast</i>... these are names I could get behind. But <i>SPAM in a Blanket</i> - I'm not buying it.<br /><br />I will only call it that for the sake of the readers - who may be extremely confused by a title like <i>SPAM in Dough Spandex</i>.<br /><br />The point is that I made 6 of these:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYbkYGSWrQp4Ifk_Y7BY5YkAaTb8wqzwqflLHvnhEAg862iKeGn24SP9s-J5Ieux3kfqLHu-pc-dvjVTQAnRQicAEwf8B2n4Ovsax6sLvaBLT9lpxtRonj8oNEt6Rb5b2S1zyDWVu5pt8d/s1600-h/23_dinner.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYbkYGSWrQp4Ifk_Y7BY5YkAaTb8wqzwqflLHvnhEAg862iKeGn24SP9s-J5Ieux3kfqLHu-pc-dvjVTQAnRQicAEwf8B2n4Ovsax6sLvaBLT9lpxtRonj8oNEt6Rb5b2S1zyDWVu5pt8d/s400/23_dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101317305403598610" /></a><br />By entombing SPAM spears inside some easy-bake croissants.<br />And all naming issues aside, they were quite tasty.The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-66549167798759906442007-08-21T12:32:00.000-05:002007-08-21T13:11:58.086-05:00LeftoversI'll confess that I had meatloaf again today, but I only did it because I was having company for lunch. And it was the kind of company that brings television cameras, so I thought SPAM should look its best.<br /><br />Anyway, I don't think I have to tell you how well that went. But look for the video sometime next week.<br /><br />And did you know it's day 23 now? That thought keeps haunting me. I feel like I'm already saying goodbyes. It's like the end of summer camp.<br /><br />The summer camp where none of your friends went and you were nervous and maybe cried when mom and dad dropped you off, but then you met some new kids and learned how to weave baskets and make flotation devices using your jeans and you had a crush on that little red-head and it ended up being the greatest summer in the world and when you got back all your old friends just weren't the same...<br /><br />You know how summer camps go.<br /><br />Anyway, that's how I'm feeling.The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-17176754390738196852007-08-20T13:08:00.001-05:002007-08-20T13:21:16.718-05:00Chili con SPAM said the funniest thing at lunch today<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUgsAAfmZ2v7BE_poIIgrvBqB9ZS-cMMzEp0RtUi289Fqc5zzsPJh_hrgW6TPiibTmTMCs2dj7nyN2K4H-t0A9asuhF_9vkBekBocnM0amgwskzLqFb70_-_y5oLvJxznm0rD5tsRMy6dj/s1600-h/22_lunchtyler.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUgsAAfmZ2v7BE_poIIgrvBqB9ZS-cMMzEp0RtUi289Fqc5zzsPJh_hrgW6TPiibTmTMCs2dj7nyN2K4H-t0A9asuhF_9vkBekBocnM0amgwskzLqFb70_-_y5oLvJxznm0rD5tsRMy6dj/s400/22_lunchtyler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100849222687811314" /></a>The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-65796921100858305572007-08-19T22:31:00.000-05:002007-08-19T22:42:08.545-05:00Weddings are easyIt's nice because I'm getting really good at sneaking SPAM into weddings... but if I never have to do it again, I'll be okay with that.<br /><br />It's just too much of a crapshoot on what you'll be eating it with.<br /><br />I'll say this... chicken gravy was a blessing:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm6Los5HFMk2G83buocPt4IhSsnGor_M_j53-H7jeI2hPuNqQT2GHH4wu0jPDbw-UJUO3XPNvYxSNnnq2P7JhBQj5l-WZBjxjoIjsDq_eV9tmz35I4sRraLHdG3uEdBeMQHMMLdP0eDShz/s1600-h/21_dinner.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm6Los5HFMk2G83buocPt4IhSsnGor_M_j53-H7jeI2hPuNqQT2GHH4wu0jPDbw-UJUO3XPNvYxSNnnq2P7JhBQj5l-WZBjxjoIjsDq_eV9tmz35I4sRraLHdG3uEdBeMQHMMLdP0eDShz/s400/21_dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100620446959822562" /></a>The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-37588355969477309502007-08-18T11:36:00.000-05:002007-08-18T17:30:17.133-05:00P-SPAMMYOr Puff SPAMMY... or whatever we're calling it these days - that's what I had for breakfast: the SPAM Puff.<br /><br />Which is really just a lot of ingredients in a bowl and some trust that it will cook into something edible. But that's just how I live... on the wild side.<br /><br />The good news was that I didn't know what it was supposed to look like, so success was pretty inevitable.<br /><br />Here's how it went:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4schTFFt7o-thZK4ra_jB0skn-pZcN1FusH4LLNAZnIpjXCjCM3VZCHlcl77-qFHrocx5sWcMZs58YeF3_ZK1-hDUPZwqXzSODs3eq0HuEbnDoONFuoKW5ZoI79Ed6eYgv10_Ua1UBx0Y/s1600-h/20_beforeafter.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4schTFFt7o-thZK4ra_jB0skn-pZcN1FusH4LLNAZnIpjXCjCM3VZCHlcl77-qFHrocx5sWcMZs58YeF3_ZK1-hDUPZwqXzSODs3eq0HuEbnDoONFuoKW5ZoI79Ed6eYgv10_Ua1UBx0Y/s400/20_beforeafter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100164261303445186" /></a><br />Eh, not bad! Although I wanted it to taste salty and it actually tasted kind of sweet, but... the mysteries of flour, I suppose. That's why I'm a spaghetti o's guy.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm putting the recipe below for the loyal SPAM-loving readers (hi, Roz).<br /><br /><font size="1"><span style="font-weight:bold;">The SPAM Puff:</span><br />1/2 cup of SPAM (quarter of a can)<br />2 eggs<br />1/3 cup flour<br />1/3 cup milk<br />1/4 teaspoon pepper<br />1 tablespoon butter<br /><br />Preheat your oven to 400F. While that's warming up, mix your egg, flour, milk and pepper in a bowl. After you've worked out the lumps, add your diced SPAM to the mixture. Now throw your butter in a baking dish and let it melt in the oven. Then just pour your mixture into the dish and bake for 20 minutes.<br /><br />Depending on the depth of your dish, it should look like this:</font><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMGw-ElNXn6mPYVxX2aN6FPAbL4CmUnlRbw8sB3FUViBcrInwT5zPv_dK3Uzb6fZ36IIGfE-zHmLOosStT1cQkkg_5a_55PuJY6NW-tATSpOWpXvWUPjYhN8Wa13MQFowI8yOi1cb289E4/s1600-h/20_lunch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMGw-ElNXn6mPYVxX2aN6FPAbL4CmUnlRbw8sB3FUViBcrInwT5zPv_dK3Uzb6fZ36IIGfE-zHmLOosStT1cQkkg_5a_55PuJY6NW-tATSpOWpXvWUPjYhN8Wa13MQFowI8yOi1cb289E4/s400/20_lunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100164261303445202" /></a>The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-25204708727242117382007-08-17T13:02:00.000-05:002007-08-17T14:28:00.087-05:00One for the kids...Maybe it's the Friday talking, but I think it's time we loosen up a little bit. Enough with the neckties and the business meetings... I want legos on my desk and a blanket to wear as a cape!<br /><br />I want to be a little more <i>child</i> and a little less <i>angry-guy-in-traffic</i>.<br /><br />And I'm starting with today's lunch:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo21q1umlN2gyY4m9JNpoxNyDGyY5vm-cc-x6S4wwwM4uBMP4M_uWdCYmIFi21NPPmv9STadny2rMdYzgc5nUDYqBFKgfheEQKRLNbRHMKDRdIRpJKlAgMCuOD0dAE-dywlIP1WqbSJff3/s1600-h/18_lunch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo21q1umlN2gyY4m9JNpoxNyDGyY5vm-cc-x6S4wwwM4uBMP4M_uWdCYmIFi21NPPmv9STadny2rMdYzgc5nUDYqBFKgfheEQKRLNbRHMKDRdIRpJKlAgMCuOD0dAE-dywlIP1WqbSJff3/s400/18_lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099735146825934514" border="0" /></a><br />Hopefully that inspires you too, because if adorable SPAM shapes and letters don't do the trick, I don't know what will.<br /><br />Anyway, as soon as I'm finished with this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHmYHAGmgeeFouDyLZd1SfPgLa8woAu7MTt8oD53APMboXhib5042-KrhGAi9cAud0KkLxrlLWSeVk5OtB5Ck_egeSvjopbkNLTRjpRIPhjzQax1oQQpx7MYr5CgigRdHvpZV2E5BfL8a9/s1600-h/18_lunchtyler.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHmYHAGmgeeFouDyLZd1SfPgLa8woAu7MTt8oD53APMboXhib5042-KrhGAi9cAud0KkLxrlLWSeVk5OtB5Ck_egeSvjopbkNLTRjpRIPhjzQax1oQQpx7MYr5CgigRdHvpZV2E5BfL8a9/s400/18_lunchtyler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099735060926588562" border="0" /></a><br />I'll be building a fort at my desk.The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-48109792912907273442007-08-16T20:43:00.000-05:002007-08-16T23:05:20.510-05:00SPAM soup for the soul<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG4mxQNhCj95pY1wfG1FjoEav4SNQ9FMvUX0GVCk5lfuojRl2vB7y54CfhfVGzMrsJOX_Q4-is6Uu3O2RCR6xTfkPGNloUVoY9qyb5m5bXt_k5SZE1GrvTH4yzx0TAgusRZTsRmcicspEz/s1600-h/18_dinner.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG4mxQNhCj95pY1wfG1FjoEav4SNQ9FMvUX0GVCk5lfuojRl2vB7y54CfhfVGzMrsJOX_Q4-is6Uu3O2RCR6xTfkPGNloUVoY9qyb5m5bXt_k5SZE1GrvTH4yzx0TAgusRZTsRmcicspEz/s400/18_dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099471599042717314" /></a><br />That's what it feels like anyway.The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-11162952642977661182007-08-16T15:41:00.000-05:002007-08-16T16:28:51.017-05:00All good things...It's been a big day.<br /><br />First of all, they are now packaging SPAM in <a href="http://www.spamsingles.com/">single-serving pouches</a>.<br /><br />Deep breath. I know. It's like the ipod nano of packaged-meat.<br /><br />Secondly, <a href="http://journalstar.com/articles/2007/08/16/living/402/doc46c38c67f047d788646188.txt">a certain newspaper article</a> has me feeling like a local celebrity.<br /><br />As was the case when we went to lunch today anyway, where the girl at the sandwich shop counter noted, "hey, you're that guy!"<br /><br />It's fun to be recognized.<br /><br />Anyway... she was either awestruck by the presence of fame or the mystique of the SPAM Single package, because she agreed to make my sandwich specially with SPAM.<br /><br />Which meant I was about to eat the best SPAM Sandwich ever made:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbBZRSBW6BTI2c_WO-QEznPHa2M2UDQgnodCd8FwlcnQkE-mrzu8P0tQsu-NXzAJ8jAQinpPvU7yb4DzussNM0V0Ya3YM6oAzz_gf3-LBSEdv5mP9TNyXWddjTMUMpzlrXXVEjIxxf7U5g/s1600-h/17_lunch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbBZRSBW6BTI2c_WO-QEznPHa2M2UDQgnodCd8FwlcnQkE-mrzu8P0tQsu-NXzAJ8jAQinpPvU7yb4DzussNM0V0Ya3YM6oAzz_gf3-LBSEdv5mP9TNyXWddjTMUMpzlrXXVEjIxxf7U5g/s400/17_lunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099407634094777954" /></a><br />Thinking back, I wish I would've hugged her.The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-74435678103969074002007-08-15T19:14:00.000-05:002007-08-15T21:04:33.513-05:00It started with a casserole dishI don't know much about cooking (or serious cooking anyway), but I do know it usually involves a casserole dish. That's my loose stereotype against oven-food... something I've surely learned from television.<br /><br />Anyway, that's where I thought I would start tonight when I decided to attempt "serious cooking."<br /><br />And though I couldn't find a way to search for recipes by type of cookwear, I did happen upon some directions for a seemingly impressive Spaghetti Bake.<br /><br />And that's all it took.<br /><br />Next thing I knew, I was wearing an apron, speaking french and bowing in front of a live TV audience.<br /><br />I don't know what happened... it's like Martha Stewart and I switched places in time for thirty minutes. I was a different person.<br /><br />But maybe that's just what happens when you use a casserole dish. Maybe it happens to everyone! Maybe I've stumbled upon a secret that grandmothers have been hiding for years!<br /><br />Lots of questions here... that's for sure.<br /><br />All I know is that I made this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAHw9DpG3L0kysrkJ4T0NbGB1-uJFvoJYkU5-dqMjtI12OtKK0W2mOLbqd9Ndmh6-i9phNm30Rxr0o-e1n5lFOmDTK_TAIYuee77VOhYpVF32X-X3SR2KrFLtUy9Ul0SjrJfGqPYP9XcxA/s1600-h/17_dinner.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAHw9DpG3L0kysrkJ4T0NbGB1-uJFvoJYkU5-dqMjtI12OtKK0W2mOLbqd9Ndmh6-i9phNm30Rxr0o-e1n5lFOmDTK_TAIYuee77VOhYpVF32X-X3SR2KrFLtUy9Ul0SjrJfGqPYP9XcxA/s400/17_dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099085206402021906" /></a><br />And it started with a casserole dish.The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-12902055792447109112007-08-15T08:47:00.000-05:002007-08-15T09:13:38.621-05:00Good morningsI said good morning to day 17 by cooking up some SPAM strips. And just SPAM strips... nothing else. I crave the raw heartiness of pork shoulder and ham these days. Eggs, fruit, cereal... that stuff is for the birds.<br /><br />Then I said good morning to my wife by accidentally waking her up as I recreated a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axmDT5JpzyQ">powerful moment from Oliver Twist</a>, shouting "Mooooooore?" in the kitchen.<br /><br />And since I'm off to such a fun start, I thought I'd say good morning to you too.<br /><br />Good morning!The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-47944505304664253732007-08-14T22:44:00.000-05:002007-08-15T08:22:49.320-05:00The power of vegetables...is a curious thing. Make a one man weep, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJSzTJl_oCk">make another man sing</a>.<br /><br />Nevermind.<br /><br />I've shared my distaste for the mixing of SPAM and fruit in the past (yesterday, for example), and I stand by that... but vegetables are an entirely different story.<br /><br />Tonight I introduced SPAM to pesto sauce, added some veggies, baked it all on a tortilla shell and ended up with an incredible lavash-like pizza.<br /><br />Lavizza, if you will.<br /><br />And it was so freaking good that I'm going to show you how to make it on your own:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGE6XOb_spjAJbXPurE033xbKQDbmOlIwzGtULxksxBb6ylGUCzBiuwS_UavonyOCmcu4eT4w9AqyPNsODsTNMw2s9K451oI1-TxxYUrOJ4lI5IeUONbVHIlIVPThYhyphenhyphenhcTDqXuXrmKxI/s1600-h/16_dinnerhowto.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGE6XOb_spjAJbXPurE033xbKQDbmOlIwzGtULxksxBb6ylGUCzBiuwS_UavonyOCmcu4eT4w9AqyPNsODsTNMw2s9K451oI1-TxxYUrOJ4lI5IeUONbVHIlIVPThYhyphenhyphenhcTDqXuXrmKxI/s400/16_dinnerhowto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098613679122463218" /></a><br />I know... it's suspiciously easy, but that's exactly how it's done. And provided you didn't skip any of those steps, you should have something that looks like this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYnRxaiyQG9IakTI2-X0qA1tNSsqnw5628FY0eCgZIq5pQYcROouRBYtfXDvEAuBsDnLJnXzgWWQumtH7ff-xUn8IaE1jZwvPJ05VjD3aK1mngOflFRgqHXdWCEDgtJJE4zu2pqTljHP0/s1600-h/16_dinner.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYnRxaiyQG9IakTI2-X0qA1tNSsqnw5628FY0eCgZIq5pQYcROouRBYtfXDvEAuBsDnLJnXzgWWQumtH7ff-xUn8IaE1jZwvPJ05VjD3aK1mngOflFRgqHXdWCEDgtJJE4zu2pqTljHP0/s400/16_dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098613683417430530" /></a><br />Feeling pretty good about it? Well guess what... that was lesson #3!<br /><br />Surprise! I just didn't want to tell you because I thought you'd be nervous! Man, this is what cooking is all about!<br /><br />More than a feeling... that's the power of vegetables.The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441861099031157444.post-20770496515151443012007-08-14T12:29:00.001-05:002007-08-14T13:10:18.409-05:00Baby sandwiches<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqDpQIH_g3FnvZF4F35XhWtJa_U8WdR45gXoiReYh5DjaSv2XPmNs6fR6a1f-cQhX5ZFi5WbYJYIL6l5SNd-UE_l8eI2sSqthdvQkwm3qke1Mojp_E7k7uajysxhmMMFNlo6_swwRo4aTz/s1600-h/16_lunch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqDpQIH_g3FnvZF4F35XhWtJa_U8WdR45gXoiReYh5DjaSv2XPmNs6fR6a1f-cQhX5ZFi5WbYJYIL6l5SNd-UE_l8eI2sSqthdvQkwm3qke1Mojp_E7k7uajysxhmMMFNlo6_swwRo4aTz/s400/16_lunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098609719162616290" /></a><br />My friend Ryan opened a local <a href="http://www.roostsandwiches.com/">sandwich shop</a> and brought us samples today. It's normally some kind of chicken salad recipe, but I've taken the liberty of repackaging it with SPAM.<br /><br />Together we'd be unstoppable.The SPAMFANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259062767355809366noreply@blogger.com2