What’s Spam, but a pork product inna can? Not that this has anything to do with Spam, but the song just kept going, so i put it here. As a service to you, the reader. You’re welcome.
So I do most of the grocery shopping here at the Casa DeDay. Me an’ Katcha actually. Right after we wave goodbye to Soupo when he gets on the school bus we motor off to our favorite grocery store. Not like everyday, but once every couple of weeks. Of course I always stick right to my list. I mean, why even take a list if you’re not going to stick to it? That way lies anarchy. Or at least some really weird meals. So I make a list and do the grocery shopping and everybody’s happy. Only this last time, I went Off List. (Gasp!)
Every once in a while, we take a break from yelling at the boys (Clean up your room! Quit fighting with your brother! Don’t duct tape the dogs to the wall!) and talk to each other. It seems when she was growing up, the Little Woman was exposed to Cheez Whiz at an early age. Which just might explain a few things. But, as it happens, my grocery store (like so many) carries Cheez Whiz. Being the Thoughtful Husband I am, I got her a jar of the stuff.
You know what Cheez Whiz is good for? I’ll tell you. You microwave a glob of it til it’s all oozy and then you pour them over French fries. I think this is even Atkins Approved, so anyone can try it. You should try it yourself. Right now. Unless you don’t have a microwave, a jar of Cheez Whiz and a pile of French fries on hand. Then you should collect all the ingredients as soon as possible and then try it.
I don’t know what you’ll do with the rest of the jar of Cheez Whiz, but if you come up with something, let me know.
Hey, and speaking of Spam (yeah I did, you’re just blocking the memory), you know they have little cans of Spam now? Like half the size of regular cans of Spam. Little Baby Spams. Well, if you get a little Baby Spam (unless you eat a lot of Spam or there’s someone else around that will eat it with you, then you don’t need Baby Spam, you could get regular Spam) and a small pack of King’s Hawaiian Sweetbread Rolls (they come in a pack of four) and a little mustard and some cheese (sharp cheddar for preference) you can make up a nice little sammich. Actually four little sammiches since the rolls come in a four-pack. It’s even better if you fry the Spam up some. Oh, and you’re supposed to slice some Spam off the loaf (should meat come in a “loaf”?) before you make the sammiches, unless you really like Spam.
But you know what? The sammich is oddly appropriate since you’re using the Hawaiian bread (in roll form) and Hawaiians eat more Spam per capita than anyone.
-Rue.
P.S. This really isn’t worth a whole thread to itself, but I thought I’d share. I just got a new pair of sneakers. The model name is “Herbert”. What. The. Hell? “Herbert” as a name for sneakers? Wingtips or something, I can see. But sneakers? Sheesh.
Now, Velveeta on the other hand, is a staple in this house. Melt some down with the salsa of your choice, and you have great chili con queso to dip all sorts of goodies in. It is also far superior to any of those powdered cheeses one finds in cheese and mac boxed dinners. My kidlings won’t eat mac n cheese any other way. I also get to use whatever shape of noodles that strikes my fancy when I fix it. Throw in some chopped up hotdogs, and you have a fast, simple, good-tasting dinner that is very inexpensive. (Yes, I know, I actually said hotdogs.)