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I've always loved SPAM. My WWII Seabee dad, not so much. Said he had more than his share in the Navy. But then I've also seen him go into convulsions at the smell of powdered eggs cooking. Those I don't care for.
 
We didn’t have refrigeration on the ranch when I was a kid. We ate enough spam, vienna sausages, pork and beans, canned chili etc. to the point I dang near gag at the thought of them.
I can manage corn beef hash if it’s red with ketchup.
 
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