Really? The dog Welbywife got me isn’t that bright. It took her a couple of times to figure it out. We’ve decided that this contributes to the various mental problems she exhibits.
Wintermute, my dear, you act as if it’s my fault you’re a cat person. I know it’s bad now, but it will get better with time. Besides, how would you feel if you woke up one morning and found me skinning a cat to make you a pillow case or something? I think you’d probably have a spaz moment.
I never thought of Spam salad sandwiches. I usually slice it and fry it (just like ham); sometimes I make Spamburgers. I’ll have to try that sometime.
Rue, my wife is a rather fussy eater, too; there’s a lot of things she won’t eat, including any seafood except canned tuna. I love seafood, so it’s one of the things I have to fix just for myself. On the other hand, she loves green beans, which I don’t care for, so when I open a can of them there’s usually some left which get put into the fridge for a few days.
I’d post my thoughts on Spam, the meat <shudder> product, but I’m assuming you all know approximately which way they run. Just to balance out this SECOND WEEK IN A ROW where we’ve had to discuss meat, I’ll add that I had an absolutely scrumptious portabella mushroom fajita at Don Pablo’s Saturday night. There was grilled tomoatoes, zucchini, summer squash, corn, onions and peppers in there too. Topped with cheese, sour cream and guacamole! Holy moly! Deelishusss.
I have no sliding glass door incidents to report, as I just now realize in all the homes I’ve live in, both growing up and as an adult, I’ve NEVER lived in one with sliding glass doors! Isn’t that intersting? They’re almost a universal experience, yet I’ve never had one. I’ve also never been to Europe, which doesn’t make me absolutely unique, but sometimes I feel a little provencial when I’m around others who’ve traveled here and there around the world.
Speaking of Europe, I also watched The Pianst Saturday, and found it to be a moving, compelling movie. I was interested because Holocaust rescuers are a particular interest of mine. A good book on the subject is “Conscience & Courage: Rescuers of Jews During the Holocaust” by Eva Fogelman, which explores the psychology of those who risked not only their lives, but those of their families, neighbors and friends, so that others might live.
-Ellen. (reviewing books)
No, you’re right, Welby It’s not your fault you haven’t got the good taste to appreciate the grace, beauty and intelligence of the feline. (Who said tacky? Not me.) I can’t really blame you for being intimidated by superior life forms.
If the truth be told, I was thinking of moving on anyway. You are far too dedicated to that wife of yours for my taste. (And, I’m afraid, too vanilla). But I felt it incumbent upon me to put up at least a token protest. The woman scorned, and all that.
I will, however, miss that mole. You know the one. 
This is, indeed, high praise. I thank you.
-Rue. (trying to be humble)
Hmmmm. Spam? I’ve never had it. Don’t know why, it’s just never come up (or gone down. Ha! Get it?). Tacky? Why, yes I am. Sliding doors? I’ve seen them, walked into a few of them, but I don’t have any now in my funky old-school (no, it wasn’t a school, I’m just trying to talk like the kids these days) apartment (built in 1915 and lovingly resotred by someone who isn’t me). I’ve had green beer, green cookies, green bread, and green frosting on green cookies, but never green eggs. However, I have been to Greensville (back in my wild years on tour), I used to have a dog who would run right through screen doors, and I’m happy to see Mr. swampbear back. 'cause he’s the only person on the boards to ever flirt with me. (I think it was in a MMP a while back. I said I was working hard and getting all sweaty and he got a little excited.) To wrap up, I have nothing to add of any importance. Oh, and a big “Hello” to Rue, the accident-prone.
Anyone going to Greenville, MS should try out the restaurant in the airport. My wife used to fly in there and she claims that the woman who runs the restaurant makes the best catfish and hushpuppies in the world. As swampbear says, a catfish sandwich is about as good as sandwiches get.
Man, I don’t have anything on sliding glass doors or Spam. I didn’t haveanything last week either. Maybe I’m not cut out to be a regular poster on the MMP. Maybe I should just be an outsider looking in and enjoy the thrill of reading without posting.
Of course, I could an outsider looking in through a sliding glass door (do I need to say glass or is it implied?). Then I would have a sliding door story because everything I posted about as an outsider looking in would be via the sliding glass door (I think including the glass sounds better regardless of whether or not it is implied).
But then, if I was posting about what I saw as an outsider looking in, would I be an outsider looking in, or would I be part of the inside (looking where?)?
Ah, to post or not to post, that is the question.
Whether it is nobler in mind
To hijack the thread
Into new and outrageous topics
Or merely to read what others have written,
And by reading, love them.
To post, perchance to be witty
Ah, there’s the rub
For what if there is no laugh?*
*With apologies to Mr. Shakespeare.
Heh! Heh! lightingtool said he’s hard and sweaty. Heh! Heh! [sub]drool[/sub]
kniz nobody told me to go eat at the airport restaurant in Greenville, MS. Was I deprived of some culinary treat I’ll never have the chance for again? The shame of it all!
And amen on them catfish sammiches. They’re some good eatin!
The third rule of the SDMB, after don’t be a jerk and don’t post copyrighted material is: all Rue threads exist to be hijacked. No, seriously - it’s a special commission by Cecil himself! Trust me - I wouldn’t lie! I’m Rue’s #1 Special Friend, so I’m in the know. Seriously.
Rue, I can’t believe that I am more burly than you. I cracked a bone in my foot last Tuesday, and I’m still toodling around on it. I even cleaned the house yesterday. So neener neener.
Wait, does this mean I could have gotten out of all this housework? WHAT WAS I THINKING??!?
-Skerri (who doesn’t eat Spam, not even in desperation.)
The website calls is spam and pineapple casserole. When teensthrnaccent was a cubscoutsthrnaccent, they modified the recipe a bit to make 'I am spam and yam’s. . (They just doubled the amounts cubed everything, used a non-stick spray and dumped it in all at once in a dutch oven, skipped the pancake syrup and used brown suger instead and cooked it in a fire pit.) The result was an
Camporee AWARD WINNING meal.
No one threw up.
Trust me nothing is *tackier[/] than cub scout awards. (Think wooden spoons secured in plastic cups by plaster of paris.
Oh and happy Monday morning y’all.
Of course, I meant nothing other than a post with spelling and coding errors.:o 
yeah, I know I’m allowed, nay, encouraged even, to hijack, but I had been trying to be a stealth hijacker–you know, just barely tweaking a subject to set up the richocet that brings the conversation fully into a whole new topic. but, I’m really not tht subtle a person, so . . .
My friend and her nine-year-old son (where do nine-year-olds get their energy and can it be bottled?) visited this weekend and we had fun. Went to the zoo and to Riverfront Park to ride the hand-carved carousel. Friend’s Son wanted to look in the gift shop after riding said carousal, and so we did. Whilst in the gift shop, he bought his mom a surprise. Now, it was not the tackiest necklace in the shop, but it was tacky. She’s a Mom, and I’m sensible, so we both exclaimed over it and his general thoughtfulness.
So, about a half hour later Friend’s Son says, “Mom, can I have ten dollars?” "Why do you need ten dollars?’ asked my Friend. The youth answers “That’s how much the necklace cost.” I feigned a coughing fit and Friend (who obviously has much more experience than me in keeping a straight face) said she’d see. Friend’s Son is satisfied.
Later, when we pulled into my driveway, he matter of factly observed, “This is a cute cul-de-sac.” This time, I was able to keep a straight face, but it was an effort.
Kallessa (off topic, and proud of it.)
Is there a twelve-step program to get you off topic and keep you off Kallie? Or do you just rely on family and friends?
I feel I must (must!) set a few records straight around here. Because if you leave the record warped, you can ruin the needle. First, I don’t have a sliding door. I have a sliding screen. My door is a fake French door. One side opens and the other side looks like a door, but it’s really a big window. Second: Who said I didn’t finish the job Skerri? Not me. The yard looks FABULOUS! (Except the big dug up part where they replaced our water line.)
And I’m sorry to hear about your foot. Maybe you should stay in bed with it elevated. Oh heck, keep your whole leg up if you want.
-Rue. (not a doctor, even on TV)
Ruining the needle would be very bad indeed. New needles are impossible to find (you usually have to shop in antique stores!) and horrendously expensive! (upwards of $40)
Abby, if we ever meet , and you know we will, I’m going to kiss you right on the mouth for this. (Unless you don’t want me to kiss you on the mouth. Then I’ll just undress you with my eyes.(Ow! A botton!)) I got it linking from your recipe. Fabboo!
-Rue. (Christmas shopping right now!)
Actual conversation the last time I ordered breakfast in a diner.
Me: Excuse me, Do you serve fresh Spam here or do you use the canned type?
Waitress: I don’t know, I’ll have to ask the cook.
Several minutes pass.
Waitress: The cook wants to know what kind of whack job you are.
Promises, promises.
Where are our respect spouses when you are doing this? :eek:
I was invited to a friends house for a BBQ dinner just a few years back, so I was an adult, over 30 person. She was outside at the grill cooking SPAM. It was the first time I had ever seen anyone eating SPAM voluntarily. I was Shocked. She said in her country it is a delicacy, she being from China. Again I was Shocked. The concept of a group of people liking this stuff is just mind-boggling.
What did bring me to my senses was remembering that I ate “Rat’s Tails” as a child and LIKED it. “Rats Tails” spread on white bread with mustard.
Rats Tails is what my dad called Potted Meats which might actually be worse than SPAM
Notice how I am capitalizing SPAM which has to be the correct way to spell the name of this products since it is an acronym