Aisle 11

Aisle 11: Canned Meat

Spam. SPAM!!! Spam. (Please re-read those three words and allow a four second pause between each Spam, also please read aloud, thank you, the management)

So why for I bring up the greatest man made meat by product? Is it international spam day? Is it July? Cause that is when Spam Jam is. Yes there is a festival dealing with spam and it's some time (randomly it seems) in July. So... eat spam.

But honestly, spam. I haven't had to eat spam since I was a wee little laddie. Long, long ago my family ate spam. Most of the time it was fried in a pan with pineapple (the pineapple and the spam are natures lovers) I think at one point there was a spam pizza, I could be imagining this though. I most likely am. If memory serves, spam is very salty, yet unmistakingly meat. I have a can of it back at my apartment... I may have to make something spam-like when I get home. Of course this spam is ancient. I bought it back in 2004 for a play, or rather for an audition for a play. It was a little joke. I asked the actors at the first audition if they'd eat spam, some said yes. So when call backs rolled around I brought in a can of spam to freak out the actors. The spam has since moved to three apartments with me. Serving as a decoration in one and an emergency food supply in the other two. When things hit rock bottom at least I'll know I have spam. This is a thought that has managed to keep me from hitting bottom for the past few years.

So why now? Why do I finally crack open that sacred can of potted meat? Why? Because I have nothing else to loose. I'm leaving CT, I'm supposedly going to a great grad program and I have a cute cat. The spam must be eaten. Maybe not tonight, maybe it will be my final meal in CT I know not. But it will be eaten that you can rest assured.

So... any one feel up to eating some spam? It's tasty!