"A grandma is just an antique little girl"...unknown
Indeed!(ツ) from Cottage Country Ontario , ON, Canada!
You have to help me here. Are you for or against Spam?
I cannot imagine anyone eating such awful processed food unless it was a long camping trip.
I am against SPAM appearing in my e-mail or on blog comments.As for the food stuff Spam, apparently my father was fed this during his army days. It was not allowed in our house when I was growing up. It sure does not look like something I would eat though.
Lots of people in Hawaii like Spam, but neither hubby nor I do.
Know the feeling. I went years with out any, now it rears its ugly head. Kind of like the canned stuff, hate it in my mail.
Some blog posts are just spam magnets! I wish I knew what the magic ingredient was. I would stop putting it in!
What a nuisance! I get one every so often, I just delete and carry on but I'm sure if it got to be too much I'd probably be looking for a new e-mail or blog address.I've eaten Spam fried....many years ago, can't imagine eating it now!
For some reason I have gotten a ton of spam via my contact form this week? Not sure what they think that accomplishes as no one sees it except me? But it has been a bus week for them!
Spam of any kind is to be avoided!
Oh now I understand. Yes even some spammers have managed to creep by me. I simply go into design, then comments and check them then click spam and they disappear. I truly thought you were talking about the lunch meat. My kindergarten son looked at me adoringly over his plate of fried spam and canned pinto beans and said, "You are the best cook in the entire world." He did not know we ate it because we were poor. To him it was a feast and he still likes Spam. His sister never bought into the ruse.
I grew up with Spam (the so-called edible kind) and didn't really mind it. My wife also grew up with it and placed a ban on it during the first week of our marriage after I stupidly placed a can in our cart hoping to save some green at the checkout counter. Her Spam firewall would be the envy of Norton or McAfee. Her mother however, loves the stuff. She even gets Spam calendars. It cracks me up, every now and again my wife (who does all the cooking for her mother) will "treat" her to some Spam. The bitching from my wife over the preparation of this horrid substance is like the fountain of youth for her mother. It just seems to make her day. My own hatred for things that should have never left the abattoir in the 1950s was Jiffy Breaded Veal Steaks, the horrors of which may have been limited to Western Pennsylvania. These were goo balls of fat and gristle held together by sinew and covered with sand. Compared to Jiffy veal steaks, Spam was a delight.
Clever! I still get some spam also. I hate it. I hate the canned variety too.
Not well tolerated by me, neither kind.
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